This is going to be a long one! This is my life story.
I grew up in a township called Langaville next to Kwa-Thema in the East Rand (South Africa). My father passed away when I was 6 or 7 years and I was raised by my single mother every since, she worked as a cleaner and only earned enough to put food on the table. She sacrificed a lot for me and now it is my turn to do that for her.
I am 24 years old as of 2021. I have an Honours Degree in HR, obtained from the University of Johannesburg in 2018. I had a bursary that paid for my studies, but I didnt receive any money for food or any pocket money. I used to get atleast $30-50 a month from my mother to buy food. I used to eat bread or noodles from day 1 to day 30 of the month. It was very difficult for all students like me to focus at school while seeing other stidents from good financial families having a great University life. I studied harder each and everyday, obviously for a better life. I completed my 3 years BA degree and decided to do my Honours degree. During my Honours year, I slept in lecture rooms the whole year because the bursary I was using then, only funded tuition/school fees, and I didn‘t have any place to stay or sleep. I needed to complete a better level of Degree and secure myself a better paying job. I passed my Honours year with 6 out of 9 distinctions (all yearly modules combined) and I couldn’t afford to do my Masters Degree because I had to get a job and take care of my family (my mother lost her cleaning job after I completed my BA Degree. Even though my mother was not employed anymore during my Honours year, and there was no source of income at home I still forced myself to continue with the Degree, for the above mentioned reason, to get a better job).
After completing my Honours in 2018, I got an internship. I was an intern by name but I worked more than anyone could, day after day! Did more that I could handle, I would even shake at times, get body aches, headaches and a blank mind, but still act strong, as if I was fine while I wasn’t, because I needed to show the company how much of a hard worker I am, I needed them to recognize me and value me so much! I got sick because I skipped my lunch most of the days, I had a lot of work to do and I needed to do it, I couldn’t sleep at night because I always thought of everything I had to do the next day and what I missed out on that day and everything, and I used to go back home later than anyone else (knocking off about two-three hours later than my knocking off time without getting paid for it even though I live an hour - two hours away from work, taking 2 sometimes 3 taxis, and the time of getting home would depended on how fast the taxis are). I worked hard for the whole year, trying to impress everyone with my abilities, skills, kindness and my super bubbly personality, mostly my hard work and delivery of quality work. Even though I was praying for them to hire me before I completed my internship, it never happened, I mean I was already giving them my all! Why not? They didn’t and I waited. After my internship, they did take me permanently but I felt as if the offer was not enough for the qualification plus the hard work that I was doing. It was not enough to do the things I suffered for, to buy my mother that cheap house and take care of her in every way possible. It was not enough for the hard work that I was putting in day by day, getting sick from all the stress, not eating, not sleeping. I did work that is now shared amongst three people. I couldn’t do it anymore. I reaigned from my Job to heal, from everything. The worst or most difficult decision I ever had to make. People would not understand why I did what I did, leaving a job while people are looking for jobs but they were not there with me so I understand why they didn’t understand.
Ever since, I have been trying to get better opportunities. No one is employed at home so we hustle for food and rent money (Mother is now a volunteer cook at my little sister’s school). We did not pay any rent for February 2021 and month end is approaching for another rent. I do not know what to do, as I am afraid that we might be kicked out. I failed myself and mostly failed my mother and the rest of the family. From as long as I remember, we‘ve always moved from house to house. The place we live in now, we’ve been here for plus minus 6 months, and I wish to buy this house we live in. The rent her is plus minus $200 monthly.
I do not know if asking for donations will ever work for my goal. But I pray and hope it does. Also am praying to get a job sooner or later. I am open to any work from home opportunities (data capturing, writing, etc).
Thank you for your time.