Grahamstown was my home, because that was the first place I lived away from home. That's a given. Last year I thought I had done enough to stay at home, changed my study plans, party ways, you name. I guess it just wasn't enough......and imarks zam beziyingqinela lonto. I guess I shouls have seen the signs in June, but hey, I thought, "Nah boy. things will come around." Then that letter came in December, and I hope this time it would be different. It read " Dear Mr. Ndlovu, we regret to inform you......." and you can figure out the rest. I hadn't made it into Journ 2 a second time. How was I going to telll my folks, or the rest of my family. From that moment I was only expecting the worse, and staying true to The Secret, it came.
That weekend must be up there with the worst moments of my life in the past 7 years. Hiyho hayi, my life as I knew it had come to an end. That entire weekend I played out the thought of how to break it to my parents, knowing very well time was not on my side. I ended up drowning my sorrows emigidini that were taking place that weekend, knowing very well I would have to face reality on Monday.
The following Monday I told Ma first, and as with any bad news I brought her throughout the years, it was met with no reaction, but silence as the week went on. Later that week I told my dad. Naye, he looked at me with disappointment, and I knew that I had killed a part of both their spirits with my news. I too, in the midst of all this was in an emotional world of my own. Eventually we did talk about it all, and they were supportive of me, but I do know that from here on out, I do or I die.
Now I have been given a second chance at success of my own choosing. No more slip-ups can be afforded. I just hope and pray that I do Joburg, and not let it do me.
Pray for me all.
Peace
