3 Years later...

I have always been a gentleman of the "jury"- at 23- the blue pants lost color and i dyed them navy blue over- In the image was after a sales meeting in town with other few freight companies..  

2 years later.. a 24 months PAST- i am in 1 piece and all things have passed- A Botswana University & College graduate, Witness Rari serves as the Operations & Marketing Director for a DHL Agency in a small Town down South. I stay in a town Francis Town- up North country- Life has drastically changed .
I jumped from office to office looking for a new job since a year ago i moved in this town
- and would u like to know that my University documents lay domant- I moved from Teaching in a school for 5 days in the city, went Storekeeping , where i met a terrible guy who hired me
who would shit on me with a smaile and without- the fluffy, motorbiker spit on me and metioned my only mother"

I flee to this town to brush him off and no more Storekeeping-I joined Technical Networking and did very well with the ISP i worked for- i phoned my uncle who gave me 5k and bought my first 2nd hand volkswagen from Charles. it was just 4 months since i got my 1st job-

God is around the corner u kno! by November 2011 i had taken my pants, my new microwave and my oral care in a container and drove down Francis Town. I left that ISP and now selling a broadband wireless for a R500 to home owners and companies-in Francis Town. 130 000 + people live here and am one of them- I live my place at 7am in my 1988 carburated volkswagen- when i drive through the buildings people make sure they have crossed the road. at my office i respond my emails on the outlook, call a few client and appoint and sign contractsand then leave the office- this was my routine. i did this for 9 months and sold over R40000 contacts for that comapny.
 

its only one evenning when i made a phone call to Pinetown, Durban- ordering a Rim for my CEO logged the calls and assaulted me for using his company resources to run my own errands-i had No explanation and i ran away in the following 12 days- my office is Bairnes Street, Central Barclays Block- my officewas 1st floor suite 204- and the next comapany do was a yellow lining DHL Agency which was ran by one of the towns elites-

This is just an office next door and I am the guy who manages the operations there today-
I am unhappy and moving on with life- its a new year this days i am tall on the ground- i drive company car and earns a a few thousand Rands -
i am uncounfortable in this office and i am not living here- this is my 3rd month and i wont be here in the 2 weeks coming- last Tuesday i met Christo, the terrible motorbiker and
he didnt see me- i am asking myself if i should horn when i see him again-
I am going to call my girlfriend now on the line..

..Everything is brown, brown, brown.. the corn cobs up to their heads brown, I feel that if death was there it could be brown..

 

6:35am I catch a lift in this car to the next town where my college is.. I had my computer science lessons last night at the univesity,- It is this morning that I hitch-hiked in this other guy’s car to College for my morning lessons, in the back-seat, I sit with 2 other commuter quietly. Have just been thinking slowly in my thoughts that I had started writing my script..am thinking smartly and I am not bored either, I feel free and reserved to myself, I seat quetly.. 

Aside the road is brown fields of dead maize that stretches alongside the road in hundreds of rows.. I look outside the steamed-window that I sit next to – "have u watched trees aside the road on a speeding vehicle" ? - they move faster and make a vision of rhythm of some sort. Now what I see is patterned-maize rows that are continuous- the winter has turned their color to a mere brown. Everything is brown, brown, brown.. the corn cobs to their heads, I feel that if death was there it could be brown..

There is just quietness in the car the.. I think deeply also about my agendas for the day and I feel I feel sorry to myself when I realized that if mum didn’t send me money I will fail to commute to and fro “University and college”- this goes on in my thoughts as I face outta window. The silent is broken by the driver as he blows horn to the “donkie”- i jus laugh inside when I think of a donkey as I think of how rude a donkie becomes. My thoughts are broken now, I watch the scavenging crows as they fly off the maize stalk fields due the horn.

Its 30th 21:39hrs, Molf drops me as usual, Molf is a good friend we met at the university classes. we had attended an evenning lesson at the Universty so he drops me at my aunt’s place. This was my routine- I come for evening classes in the city and by 2200hrs I am at my aunt’s sleeping. First thing in the morning following day I commute to a college 40kms out Eastwards where I attend lessons in the day. Now can u imagine... Almost all my classmates drive their cars, Its only me and a few guys who would walk down across the 4 way and wish for taxes.. As for me I made a friend Molf, this is a guy who would drop me off only when he is feeling good, when he is not.. I have noo luck at all..!

"My mother is a wonderful lady -bless her.. she sent me to college at 19. . and I realize in the past 2 months that I am disliking it.."Rather unloosened with my feeling"

Its a Tuesday today... I attend a business preview at Gamecity, 
after work... am so in love with my business am doing with these
guys.. I always look at myself and say "Oh boy!!" I want to be a smart
 Kalanga. I want more out of life, I don't wanna live an ordinary life,
 thus its my college-years and I am doing something out there with
smart business people. By now I have a dream, I am 21 and I love cars,
I love property. Sometimes I feel am overdue for driving my own.. My
pushing dream bears a Range Rover Vogue V8 that I saw last month as
 it rumbled at a corner in my front dropping a young gorgeous gal at some
 flats in Phase II..also before I had seen one as it turned behind me, I was
just alerted by the engine sound, and as I dashed to look, Its an Indian white
 head- Dada therein.. i just feel to be one Kalanga inside..

Thursday 11:40am, this are the days i normally attend my part-time classes

of Computer Science... I am at Moselewapula now, a local junior school

that I do my Teaching Practice at. This time around i am just not having

anything to do, I have no class with the students. I sit here in teachers

 lounge...a few teachers there with me, but busy with their work. 2 of

them in old age, I can see.. maybe on their 40s or so..Probably have been

 teaching through for the past many many years- "they talk with each

other and laugh out  loud" I am sitted there and unaffected .. I

remembered my first days at college when we had our first Foundations

of Education gathering and we met our Instructor for the year, she

looked exactly like one of these ladies in my front.

25th February remains wet...Its raining and the outside is possibly
outpouring cold.. I love the day.. let the day pass, month end has its
way... normally when I get some pay of money I do not forget myself.

.. I walk in a Restaurant and buy the most meal at my heart.. Just to

honor myself making that money!! ha ha ah ah!! the Hawaian Pineapple

 Pizza is the one I like most!!! I will sit in there and have it, the most biggest. 

The time I came to see the Instructor for my MCITP at the University,

 there is just a few students on campus, I can just hear that from the

noises around... Part-time students like me normally don't close as the

fulltime University students, so its student's holidays so I come to see

my instructor and register for the 2nd Professional Course at UB. This

course will prepare me for Administering Company Networks... I really

never wanted to be a teacher except for my mom who sent me to a

Teacher Training College...

Now I sit in one of the labs and review my CCNA material from last year..
ha ha I forgot most things.. Physical-Data link-Net-Trans-... up Appl....
blab la bla.. but I feel good anyway for being here yet again... I wanna
finish all the Part-time Professional Courses that I had started this year..

I'll recall the Binaries Module 6 just now as I sit here...I sit with my legs

 up the table and my Macbook in between my legs and I just think.. I think

of back at College "the dome" "the refectory" "the showers".. It's like I

was pasted at college It actually bores me.. It's a sad story I can tell..

My mother is a wonderful lady -bless her.. she sent me to college at 19 . 

and i realize in the past 2 months that i am disliking it....

She is the one.. I am loving her soo much... I am the only child of theirs

(with my Kenyan dad)..  she is Kalanga and internally in the deepest

Kalanga we adhere to an elder.. sssooo traditionally I am configured
 to listen to Maa-Witty as she is called. Even now I do my part-time
 studies at the University and she doesn't actually know about it.. but I
 love her soo much u know... but am gonna do it....

"I walk, and am soo ashamed when i walk with students and other teachers drive their cars out"

This is my last Teaching Practice at one of the schools in the city. The college posts us to schools to do a practice of teaching. i just will take it eish!!

 ”teaching sucks man eish” i will go and teach in one of the schools in the city.. I quite am liking it thou, it varries my living environments a bit.. working with kids.. thats a cool thing, but yeish!! this once are naughty u kno, they ask u out as their teacher.. last week, one gave me her phone to hold for her as cell phones are not allowed in school.. now as she gives me the phone she opens the photos folder and remaks "Teacher u can see" u kno the photos in there are the ones she took when they were on bikinis at some pool workout orr soooo.. i just took the phone and looked.. but they are fun thou.. in my Art class i just look at this other Japanese student's eyes and i just laugh out at the squeezed eyes.. but they are awesome though

 23rd at work, i teach in one of the schools around the city.. Moselewapula School, am in the teacher's lounge   ..a few free teachers in here... but we are chating not, its just quiet,  I sit and face the parking lot and see through laced office curtains... 1, 2, 3 cheap flipin cars parked.. I only see the 2008 Hilux 3L truck that just paralleled the white line on the parking lot aggressively, with the chrome wheels engraved RS on them… cant actually see the writing.. i love it... there dived a brown boot from the opened door.. its nice... i love cars and when i see something like this i think about the car i will drive myself, People see me every morning walk past their home or the road, those who see me go towards the Moselewapula School gate assumes "the teacher who is walking" and thats true. i walk, and am soo ashamed when i walk with students and other teachers drive their cars out, at times i really wait  for the students to go out or escape 30mins before them. ohhh! boy!!!

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I live in Africa, Botswana. This episode is my 20s experience which will record what i see as i live, anything funny, bad or exclusive that happens in my front that i see in the African reality i will share with u.. This record is as of last year. Right now its March 26th, i check my red clock and it shows 17:57. Am quite broke this month end-traveling North to Marapong to meet my mother, this is my routine from month to the other. Am at a hiking stop. 1, 2, 3 cars would pass with a loud noise and live a solid smoke for me to take.. am writing this script on my Sony Ericsson and the last truck that passed had just made me cough and stop writing,... cough ..cough eish...!