#Somethings I never told people. Stories from diary Woke up and took my matric results statement. My late sister Jeanett took her last R50 gave it to me. I took a taxi to Polokwane. I remained with R35. From town to Turf I paid R10. I remained with R25. When I arrived to Turfloop. I was hungry. I bought Kota. I remained with R15. I went to que. Was given an application form to fill but I had to submit it with two photo copies, ID copy and R150. I was stuck. Went to gate 2. Saw a camera man. He said it will cost me R20 to have photos. Told him I have none. He gave me a piece job. I had to recruit other students to come take photos. I did. All of sudden I was like that guy who sells cool time at gate 2. With my loud voice I did that. Then he paid me by taking me those pics. I photopied my documents. It cost me around R5. I remained with R10. Then I went back to que even though I did not have R150. I didnt move. Faith told me not to leave the que. I qued. On my arrival to submission desk at admin. She took my application nd expected me to pay. I had no money. She told me to move aside. I did. So ashamed. The next on the que was this woman and her daughter. Her daughter didnt meet requirements to study at varsity. Seeing that I didnt afford she instaed gave me the money which was supposed to pay for her daughter. Thats how I got admitted at University of Limpopo. How I got back home is another story for another day. What pains me. I didnt take this womans number nor her adress. I dont know her name. I dont remember how she looks. I so wish I can see her again. But I hope God will make a miracle. I will meet her one day. Today am talking to Klas Mothapo High School Learners and tomorrow am with Mochedi high School learners.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 04:28:43 +0000
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