My Journey Poem by Ntsikelelo Dayile

My Journey

It is one that none would prefer,
Had to adhere without fear.
Adjusting was done without a choice,
With limited to no resource or voice.
Had to hunt and do some courses,
Under the shadow of spoken curses,
From a background stripped of perks.

A vision was all it took—
To build courage, to rewrite the book.
Then finally, independence emerged,
As bits of Cents slowly surged.
Confidence in siblings groomed,
Till at last, they too consumed
Finer choices, dream resumed.

Time passed,
Years went,
Mentality grew.

Then came a wife into the fold,
Disturbing comfort, shaking the old.
With her, new battles took shape,
A fresh enemy with no escape...

We are husband and wife,
Who quickly became Bonnie and Clyde.
With a foundation not fully firm,
We fought the winds, we stood the storms.
To strengthen the bond we own—
To move and strive,
To hurt and live,
To be criticized… and still be civilized.

N.J.Dayile 8/4/2025