Dear Corporate South Africa
We really truly & honestly cannot afford to drive to your overpriced offices daily to sit on Teams all day on laptops we brought from home.
Nothing else from my side. And I know you can see my screen.
Sincerely,
South Africans
Youth unemployment isn't a statistic. It's a father who can't buy milk. A mother who lies to her children about dinner. A graduate who stopped applying. Dehumanisation is silent. Jobs are the loud answer. Not charity. Opportunity. Give our youth jobs.
The sixth love language is 'INCLUSION' Include me in your day. include me in your plans and in your schedule. Include me in your ideas, your dreams, your thoughts. Include me in your outings, or decisions. "Let's do..." and "I was thinking we should...". This is a love language.
Y’all… so tell me why I went through my man’s phone because he’d been acting a little secretive and my mind immediately went to he’s cheating. I’m scrolling through messages, mama, sister, auntie, cousin… then I see a thread saved as “God’s Doing.” Now I’m mad because God don’t text, so I already had my chest tight thinking this had to be another woman. I open the messages and I see Apple Pay after Apple Pay. My heart is pounding. Then I read a message that stopped me cold. It said, “I know how much you love your son, and as men we have to stick together. Take this and celebrate with your son like you always do. I’d rather look like the stepdad that doesn’t do much than for you to look like the dad that doesn’t do nothing.” Y’all… I dropped to my knees and cried. My baby’s father had been laid off, and I knew it was hurting him financially and mentally, but for three months he never stopped showing up for his child. And the whole time, it was because my man was quietly sending him money so my son never felt the difference.
You think you’re untouchable until life sneezes in your direction. A sickness. A loss. A job gone. And suddenly, the same ground you mocked becomes home. No one is above life.