I THOUGHT LIFE WOULD BE BETTER IN TROUSERS
In Grade 7, I was looking forward to Grade 8 for one reason. Grade 8 pupils wore trousers and a tie. It seemed like a very big deal at the time.
In Grade 7, I was looking forward to Grade 8 for one reason. Grade 8 pupils wore trousers and a tie. It seemed like a very big deal at the time.
Five years of engineering school. A degree received. Eleven days later, the things I wrote about in my journal had nothing to do with any of it.
A twenty-three year old wrote down everything four days after graduation. Fourteen years later, the journal remembered what the photographs forgot.
From a hostel at David Kaunda in 2003 to a WhatsApp group in 2014 to a company name agreed on a chat in 2021. The story behind Sieben.
A car that kept breaking down, a journal entry that finally named it, and the gap between knowing something and doing anything about it.
A pool bar in Kamwala, a seven year old left in charge, and the pot of beans that exposed a secret my mother had no idea about.
Most of the times something genuinely changed in my life, it did not start with a plan. It started the moment I actually looked at something I had been not-looking at.
My two-year-old asked me why I was working, and before I could answer, she accidentally showed me the question I should have been asking myself.
Every plan has a blind spot. You just cannot see it from where you are standing.
You did not choose your side. Your side chose you.