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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