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..