Walking in the Direction of My Dreams
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- Age 25
Often times we live life from day to day, going through the motions. Often times we walk through doors that are not meant for us, doors we would not walk through if we had the choice.
I’m saying this because I have been thinking a lot about life
recently. I’m in my final year of a BSc in Applied Sciences with
a double major in Mathematics and Statistics. This was not my
dream. I actually wanted to be a doctor when I was 18.
I was wide eyed and fresh out of high school. I had just received
my results and they were not as I had expected.Two weeks of
crying for all the B’s that I had hoped would be A’s nearly led
me to a coronary at 18. I resigned myself to the fact that I
could still maybe do medicine. Maybe they would still consider
me. Then came the tedious yet exciting process of applying for
I didn’t get into the pre-med programme at the University of
Botswana, the only one of its kind here in Botswana. Eventually I
decided to go to my current university and accepted their offer
for Applied Sciences.
My plan was to complete the first two years and then transfer to
medicine. I was a writer on the side, this was mainly fuelled by
an award that I received : Best in English Literature nationally.
It was an unexpected achievement but one that opened my eyes to
my undying love for literature and writing.
I had been writing but had not really been sharing it with
anyone. It was therapeutic writing; I used my words to get
through the blows life throws at an 18-year-old. You know, the
breakups, and I was still dealing with the loss of my
grandmother, the woman who had raised me when my mother was
working in a different part of the country.
My first two years at university passed by in a blur and my
desire to do medicine seemed to wither away with the years. I
decided that, more than anything, I wanted to be an actuarial
scientist. My mathematics and Statistics course was more
interesting than I had thought.
Here I was, at 21, unsure of where the road was taking me. I knew
one thing though, that I wanted a life in the corporate world. I
also wanted to be a published writer.
I started taking my writing more seriously. One afternoon when I
had time on my hands and access to fast internet I started my own
blog. I wrote about books and writing and loved it.
I’m almost 23 now and nearly done with my degree. Now I know one
thing for sure, a little part of me wishes that I had gone
against the norm and studied English and Creative Writing. I wish
I had written more and shared it sooner. I can’t do anything
about it now but to continue living and make do with what I
I also met an amazing group of young people at Arts and Africa last year. Like minded souls who
just want to write like me. We have a platform where we share our
writing and discuss our stands on a number of issues.
I feel like I’m finally moving towards my dreams. Even though it
took me ages, I took my time to figure out what it is that I
really want. I now know what I want to do with my life. I am
happy, and that’s all that matters.
This post is for everyone who’s living their dreams, even if it
means walking alone on unfamiliar paths. You are all