The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up, I mean changed or rather crunched and rearranged to relocate us to a place where we are meant to be .I knew time would unfold in perfect time .I was exactly where I was meant to be .I could not compare my journey to the journey of anyone else .My journey was widely different up an entirely mountain different mountain .

I knew that if I was meant to be higher in the mountain I  would be .There was still more for me to learn in this journey .Maybe there was  something for me to see before or rather learn from the journey before I keep climbing .

Maybe I was simply meant to rest ....

Regardless of where I was on my path ,I knew the rest of the story will unfold when it is time .Until than ,I had enjoy the pain beautifully .

Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you, let them gossip about you. Their opinions are not your problems. You stay kind and free in your authenticity. No matter what you do or say don't dare doubt your worth or beauty. Just keep shining like you do.

Going back to Samkelisiwe Zama's childhood reversing the whole journey to the childhood everything was just perfect as is. I went to a primary school somewhere around town where I lived.

That where my name changed from Samkelisiwe to Sam.Thats where everything was just so perfect. I lived, talked, ate, spoke and laughed like other teenagers did. I had a lot of friends, more than I can count with my fingers. Am talking coloured, Sotho and Xhosa. We would go out to a nearby swimming pool in town near the magistrate court. That where our friendship would develop even more.

Well things changed when my parents bought a house to an extremely different place from where we lived. I totally different place, I mean people from our new place where just different from what I was exposed to.

Having to leave my friends and move to a different location was extremely difficult for me. My school was far from our new place. Everything was just too far. I could not take in the pressure and yet the happiness that was developed within me during that time.

Hence, I decided to stay and let my parents go to this new place of ours. Where the Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama started and all. What was wrong with this place? Why was it so different from the place I lived I in.

So, I stayed behind when my parents went on to this new house the bought. It's not like I was not happy for them, I was. My mom spoke to one the way. My old gran that lived in the same street as we did. She asked her to live with me and her granddaughter and her at her house.

I mean the house was big enough to accommodate the three of us. The old gran agreed and I moved in. I used to go home every weekend to see my family. I was young by then. BUT life was too difficult for me. Am not saying the gran mistreated me but life was harsh.

I would lay in the bed that was given to me every day after school. She would by her gran daughter some candies well expect for me. We were just children by then, we all had to be treated equally in a way. It was totally the opposite. I would lock myself in the room. I would lock myself in the room. I would lock myself in the room. From Monday to Friday, I could not bear the pain I would feel whenever they would eat whatever they bought for themselves and leave me behind while they enjoy. I was just a child; it was too much for me take in.

Every weekend I would go home, but I never mentioned anything to my mother. Cause I needed a place to stay that was close by to school. And they were the only option we had.

It got to a point where I started suffering from chest pains, but I was nothing. I would not talk about anything I would keep everything to heart. It was not easy at all. Things we not easy.

I than decided to tell my parents, I told them that I cannot live with the gran anymore. And I just could not tell them the valid reason why? Whenever I would go home that where I found peace, I mean the new home