If I was to explain to someone what I looked like, my complexion, the colour of my eyes my height and weight, would they know who I was? Say I told them my age, my distinctive marks and peculiarities and habits would they be able to tell me from a crowd?
Would that person be able to know that I want to be a world class journalist, and that I think that the reason the world engages in war and hates on people they have never seen before, is because they are ill informed and ignorant, if I told that person I had 4 piercings would they know? When I tell someone that I look a certain way and I am of a certain nationality, that is only a piece of the pie and a very small one, its like a shell with nothing inside only when I tell you that I dream of going to work for Time magazine one day and that when I read a newspaper and see someone’s by-line, for half a second I see my name on it, will my build not matter. What kind of person am I, with my friends I am someone else, with my family I am another totally different person, what do I think I will bring to the journalism industry with this type of complex behaviour. I want people to be able to say that I changed their point of view about the Zimbabwean issue or a person confronting a government issue because I wrote that story that some deemed to boring and for uneducated people who don’t even read never-mind by the paper. When every body conforms to the money world, writes for money, or become lawyers and accountants, I want to be the person who always stood by her word, to help inform and educate and make them laugh.
Hence until you spare some of your time to talk to me, you would never know that in today’s money hungry world, only drive will take me to were I want to be and knowing that someone out there still likes to read their newspaper with a cup of coffee in the morning. Therefore I am confident to say that you would not have been able to tell by my facial hair round neck and eyebrows.
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