THINKING ABOUT LIFE

“You look too young to be travelling alone, where are you heading to my girl?”, asked the man I was sitting next to in the taxi on my long journey to Joburg. “Well, do you have to look old for you to travel alone?”, I replied with a fake smile. He was perhaps in his 40s, and I was definitely not interested in any further engagements with him. Deep down in my heart I kept asking myself the very same question the man had posed. I never wanted to tell anyone where my journey was leading to, but Soweto was my final destination. I had communicated with some girls I knew that I would be coming over to stay with them. They did not mind. In fact, they were very encouraging. It had been three years since I finished my matric and my life has been nothing but miserable. My senior certificate was as good as nothing. I tried applying to study universities and a college but I was rejected. In fact, I was rejected four times in different universities. I also tried looking for a job but even that