I would like to believe that my life is a testimony of how true love can shape an individual; add to that the effort of good friends and how they shape a person.
As if to emulate the life of the Messiah, it appears, right from the beginning, I had a structure of support that even my mama never anticipated; from relatives, her friends and those who found me alluring in their eyes.
Like a bad skin condition, this type of support grew with me. It carried me around my township through thick and thin, it saw me move from a high school and became stronger at university up till the strange grounds of the city of gold; where it manifested into one of the things that keep me going, despite how thorny the streets around here are.
I am not sure of how my mama sustained the support till to date. In fact, I am not even sure she did anything to keep it going. However, I am doing something to paint this structure a happy colour and to give it all the strength it needs to grow even more.
As a result, I have embraced the Western custom of observing Thanksgiving Day.
I assumed this routine last year with the sole purpose of celebrating the people who have made a constructive contribution in my life in Johannesburg.
This year, the tradition continues. And, my emotions fail to rest as I am theorising ideas to show these men and women just how grateful I am that I have them in my life.
Happy read!
