Courage. My Scars are my beauty mark

King Realistic Urban

So here's my take.At 18 I fought with my mom for the right to governing my own life, obviously at that age believing that I knew what was right and best for me. At 25 I realized that I had known nothing yet and was still learning from my errors. At 28 I realized that I didn't know anything at all and all this time thought I leaning from errors I kept repeating them, only in different ways, and all I had learned I was about to unlearn. It's now only at 29( let's say 30 for arguments sake) that I realize that everything I thought I knew about my life, was merely preparation for what I'm from this moment on, only about to discover. "From a million cells of complete nothingness, just a spark of light and a whole new something is born." TLMy name is Tlhotlho Courage, I'm a 29 year old black Africani female. Married to an incredible man by the name of Kekgosi Pillar. Born to, (both parents late), two siblings, (one late older brother) and the senior sister remains with me. Born in a tiny, rather backwards yet should have been most advanced town in Africani; located in the heart of the solar area, a litte province called Ndlovu in a city called Bafokeng - the city of diamonds, which houses a population of 2, 4888888? people. I was born into a 4 roomed RDP house in the 'township' as it is referred to, named Bakweneng. And now, now I write a tale to inspire, a story of my life and and unfolding chapter of pure greatness to follow my husband and I as our story unfolds. Oh shoot yeah! *holds forehead* I forgot, I was about to tell you where I live currently....Before I continue, let me just state that this story is written purely as a means to inspire others facing or having faced all consuming, all character defining, crippling situations and still find/found the courage to get up and move. I read stories at some point that gave me the push when I was all bled out. My husband watched stories that gave us hope, sometimes in the darkest of moments, you know those ''ag F$! EVERYTHING'' moments? Yep, exactly those. (Scoffs naughtyly) So let's continue... lol.. where was I? (Thinking face)Oh yeah, one more thing I need to mention first and foremost which is of crucial importance in this relationship of ours if we're going to get along (well... at least even if it's just for a brief time while you read my first attempt at writting something meaningful)Well then. Uhm....*thinking* oh oh yes, this is what I needed to mention; so I'm a bit of a scatter brain. Many of you will notice in my writing style that unlike most authors who stick to a plot, I have an over active mind therefore sometimes over explaining or I will tend to remember to mention something mid-convo, mention it and revert to where I was. Also, I am writing under a pseudonym which I haven't quite figured out yet but will communicate in due time, places and peoples names are not real.I realize that it's not the most ideal manner for most. Especially for our comprehensive, critical and very literate readers (the pedantic over educated type with exceptionally high literary standards), however, the point of this book or whatever it is, is just meant for a bit of enthusiasm in my life as well as others' and in some way or another it's also to help me cope with my overactive mind and personality. Please understand that, should you find this to be offensive in any manner, boring or simply just not up to your literary standards, then please do not hesitate to put your phone, your book, tablet, whatever you are using to access this information down or freely exit the page. The last thing I want to do is elevate any sensitive reader's stress levels.Dankie, Kea Leboga *Thokoza*Lol...(pleasant sigh) Right! Now that that's also out of the way let's get serious with my story now... alright! so, currently I live in a five room shanty mo kasi (it is not that bad trust me_ ) at first it was a huge adjustment judging by where my husband and I come from to where we are now and oh yes! Where we're going. Oh and when I say where we're going, honey I mean where we're going next month. *excited goofy face*[Thank you Ntate Modimo, Jehova Ramasedi][Thank you Badimo ba Lesedi le Kganya][Re leboga ba metsi le ba dithaba]Brief Background My mother had a very difficult pregnancy with me, right up to the day she gave birth to me. She fell very ill right after and I had to taken away to my aunt, her younger sister for feeding purposes and be taken care of of course. Fast forward to age six(6) when everyone in my family started passing away. One after another until it was eventually just our scattered, bitter, greedy and unpleasant generation of ages ranging between 0-47years (at most) left..(we'll get to that later in the book. Trust me, this one needs three (3) full pages to explain *throws head back*)Okay. So at age six(6) my father was shot and killed in a hijacking somewhere in Cold Town. He was of Muslim faith and was a very strict man of

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