PART TWO: Varsity here I come!

I am now in my late 20s and living the life. I was lucky enough to have been offered a job at one of the best radio stations in town during my first year in varsity. I had experience in the media industry and this made it easy for me to secure a job of my dreams straight after varsity. See, I left my parents in the rural areas of Giyani, Limpopo just to further my studies.

I only wanted to fight and break the chains of poverty that has been hanging around my family and strangling us. Allow me to share bit about poverty. Poverty, like death, it comes at any time to anyone and anywhere. Being the 7th born child of my parent's nine children came with its challenges.

Life wasn't easy and we struggled to cope but hey, God has his ways of making sure that things look well even when they are not. Growing in a large family attacked by poverty came with its lessons. Today I am where I am because of it.

Getting into varsity was a great achievement in my life I struggled to get admission at some local university back home in Limpopo. I then had to wait a year to apply again for my chosen field of study. I had great matric results and I got admitted for a Journalism course in the Tshwane University of Technology. Let me tell you of my experiences, triumphs and tribulations at TUT Soshanguve campus.

Life in that place is much faster than life in other TUT campuses. It's dangerous as well. As innocent as I was when I left home, I didn't return home an innocent child. Truth be told, Soshanguve is the devil's den. That's where most people get in holy and return home evil. So I made quite a few friends just over the process of registration. By the time we started with classes, I already had girls eating out from the palm of my hand. They couldn't stop laughing at my lame jokes. Yeah my jokes were the lamest ones ever but people still laughed. I didn't know I was funny, I learned that through the process.

I wasn't funny but RUDE. Yes I said that right. I was rude and majority didn't think nor saw it as being rude. They thought I was funny. Well, who was I not to keep people entertained when they thought I was funny. 🙋🙋

Fast forward to my final year in varsity, I was so having the time of my life. I wouldn't mind partying the whole weekend without even feeling guilty about it. I mean, it was my final year and I had worked so hard the previous year to make sure that my academic transcript look good.

 My girl and I had the best moment of our life. I already had a stable monthly salary and on some weekend I'd have gigs to attend to and that meant more money in my bank account. Imagine getting  paid just for making an appearance at an event. Well, that was the kinda lifestyle I had in my final year at varsity!

-To be Continued...