Tuesday, February 7, 2023
Roller Meal & Doings
Thursday, February 2, 2023
Town Mouse🐭, Village Mouse🐭
Let me start by saying that I am change enthusiast (or at least I thought I was 😬). This week put me to test.
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Three months ago, I had chaired an end of year board meeting with all the versions of self on what direction my life would take into the new year. It was unanimously agreed that to unlock the next level of life, I had to relocate to the "big city, the metropolis" (in a friend's voice)😅, Lusaka.
For context;I was born, bred, schooled (kindergarten to varsity) and still lived on the Copperbelt.
So you see how this our "executive" decision was easier to make than live through. I however didn't think so, because I believe in change and can weather any storm, no?
I had everything planned out: accomodations, finance, my child's education etc. I even went to lengths of talking to my 6 year old about this move so it wasn't a rude shock for her.
In true Natasha style, I was just waiting for the "right moment".
"Right moment" came over the past weekend with a call for immediate relocation. This caused a small rift in my plans. But I'm a strong, dynamic black woman- this was nothing, right? 😅
I packed my life off to the big city, ready to start from the ground up again! Having been to Lusaka more times than anywhere else, I was confident I could adjust nicely.
My confidence was stopped right in its tracks. On arrival, pick pockets whisked away my purse with most of my valuables.
Lesson 1: Keep your belongings safe
With not much time to recover from the theft, I had to show up for a job interview.
And the navigation to get myself from X to Y? Pure comedy!
🔸Had to start off 3 hours before pitch time to avoid traffic- which I still dealt with.
🔸Went from listening to Google Maps to asking clueless security guards for direction (thank God I set 3 hours for navigation time😅)
Lesson 2: Think on your feet at all times.
Dazed from travelling an otherwise short journey (if I was in my hometown), I waited 6 hours my turn while watching people that arrived hours after me pitch first.
Lesson 3: Life isn't equal, no one owes you courtesy.
Surveying the cost of basic needs (physically & not remote assumptions) was even a bigger shock to my well-tabulated plan of my savings.
It was only 24hrs into the change I was so hyped for and I wasn't coping.
"Nyuko mwangala" was laughing in my face.
In the midst of self-doubt, chaotic events and culture shock, I felt unlucky. I stopped and asked myself (not all facets of Natasha) -for the first time- why I moved.
The loudest answer was that I wanted better- in all aspects.
So why did I think it would come easy? In a new environment? Why was I naive to the downside of my "Operation Better"? Why did I think my mere presence meant open doors? What's with the entitlement?
Who the hell did I think I was?
Yes, the hard questions sometimes bring out the needed answers. In this case, I got mine.
I'm still just a village mouse navigating life in this metropolis. It may take a few more bus & Yango rides 😅 before knowing the shortest route to & fro. Bet I will get a hang of it sooner than later.
I may live in less-desired accomodations before that dream house. We might not drive that Range Rover nangu ni Vitz 😂 just yet. That won't stop me from starting a fund toward them.
I may have to work a little smarter or harder to supplement my income- I'm not waiting to be fed grapes anyway (but I get to, good for me).
The journey to success is as diverse as our individual versions of success. Others get their break overnight. Some of us have to beat our dreams into submission like someone once said.
After all that, it might not work out but it shouldn't be because you didn't try with everything in you.
That's my motivation & consolation.
Meanwhile, let me get this Lusaka citizenship 😅, eat some 🧀 & mingle with the town mice.
Nivi life che, ka?
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