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Daunting Tasks



To be a daughter is a daunting task. The expectation of how you will turn out as an individual are larger than life. What the family, parents, siblings and society expect and require for your life to be is sometimes the greatest task and job you will ever have to embark on. Frustrations run high and balancing all this is sometimes something we desire to run away from.

But not only on how to meet expectations but also how to meet them ahead of them being made publically known. Meet them without them being asked of you. To be there on the exact hour is large and too much for us at times.

If I were to be so brave as to say being a black Zulu female that is jobless and childless the expectation is that I have ample time to support others since I have so much time and resources, it’s also slightly an insult to hear that as a childless woman you have failed. So why must you be let you loose from having adult tasks. Culture is almost set up to choke us as women. Something or another has to be stacked up against you.

Whilst that might be there for certain expectations of a person or projected expectations of a person I grow thicker and wiser with each day. I keep in mind every day that my time is coming and that I must adequately prepare myself for what lies ahead. Not that anything that is coming is going to be easy.

Sitting in a buzzing coffee shop in Parkhurt, Johannesburg I can proudly say I’m a poster child for success, success according to me. If I just look back at all the things I managed to work through. Some of those things weren’t even intended goals they just came my way and I totally took it in my stride. Pursuing them gave me a new fire. Failing at most of them grew and stretched my thinking.

As I sat surrounded by people with laptops, Mac Book Pros mostly and gadgets all over the tables. Writing this blog, I decided to do so as it’s therapeutic, before I typed it out to be edited. How unconventional for my age group however I just missed the basic ways of life so I decided to go back to basics. To pursue myself I needed to know what made me start, what made me stay and how was I going to become better in the coming months. Going back to pen and paper made me lighter and without the pressure, so that could life visualise again. 

Being intentional also needs consistency. I hope we keep focused this year. That we level up. That our dreams scare but also fuels us to becoming the better versions of ourselves. That anxiety and fears are caught and cast out before hand and are dealt with in healthy and conducive environments. I hope you get to enjoy 20-Plenty.


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