A day in the life of Khanyi Dhlomo

I whizzed through lunch time traffic, ran up the infamous Jammie stairs and caught a great sight of the astute and graceful media, manufacturing and property mogul. (I MEAN GIIRRRRRRLLLL). Donning a draped, bottle green dress- she exuded confidence and so much poise.

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Khanyi and the InvestSoc.UCT committee

The purpose of her talk was unfolding “A day in the Life of Khanyi.”

She shared her life story from her (hard to believe) tomboy days to being the face of Thandi magazine at the age of 16. Her journey then saw her host the 8pm news and also during that time, she was Fashion and Beauty Assistant for True Love magazine.  Because she is amazing, she became editor of the magazine for eight years before jetting off to the UK to do her MBA at Harvard. (Shine!)

Here are the nine points she nailed down and elaborated on during her talk (all of which were supported by quotes- as she does):

  1. Be clear and specific about what you want.
  2. Take the road less travelled. Look for chances and opportunities. There are no wrong turns.
  3. Shift from “What do I get?” to “What do I give?”
  4. Know the power of focus. Choose one focus, master and give your 100% to it.
  5. Embrace failure. It’s an opportunity to be and do better. We are meant to grow.
  6. Prioritize to find balance. ‘Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished”
  7. Know and embrace your power. Negotiate for what you are worth.
  8. Master yourself, master your thoughts. Autosuggest and affirm yourself with your beliefs.
  9. Choose to be positive. Soldier on, regardless.

She touched on Luminance, Destiny, travel, mentorship, money, intelligent investments and habits. Folks, you just had to be there!

Thanks to the UCT InvestSoc group, I finally had the pleasure of “meeting” my #CareerCrush, Khanyi Dhlomo.

Now, I’m about to SLAY.

#Womandla

He’s a cheap date!

I used to often laugh when my Pastor spoke about stingy men. He called them “AmaSkorokoro” in jest, advising us to run for our lives when we see snippets of scrooge-like tendencies. The premise was never focused on gold digging, but merely to teach us all how ladies should be treated and how crafty some men can be.

A lifetime ago some bloke tried “cute” things I considered paltry. I’d mention a residential area that I liked, he’d say he would want to RETIRE there, I’d talk about a career move and he’d brag about an offer he ONCE received. I bought myself two pairs of shoes- on sale- (one for an event and one for…. life) and he said the women he married would have no say in his finances.

I was deeply perplexed because this conversation was about my everyday life and preferences, yet he took it personally, as if I’d asked for his permission or help in ANY of these things.

Ebendibona mos ku Instagram? Endibona naku LinkedIN? (He saw my posts on LinkedIn and Instagram)

HELLO. HASHTAG. LEVELS!

“Friends, if you are in the standard grade class- stay and excel there. Leave HIGHER GRADE things to the boffins.”- Samkelwe Gqomo 2016

I didn’t want anything of his, I was just sharing. Also, he should’ve noticed my lifestyle and done the math. He was obviously looking for love in the wrong place.

Love is not based on someone’s beauty. Love is not about wearing the other person down. Love is not reducing someone’s standard. Love is not so selfish or limiting. Yes, love is not about money,  but it is CERTAINLY not asking if the bread offered at a restaurant is FREE either.

Boy BYE!

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Indebted to my Dreams

I have been on a blogging hiatus for no apparent reason. I apologize. I find myself sounding like such an adult lately by saying life is just so busy, but honestly it is.

This concerns me (sort of) because, I know God speaks through me the most in this time of reflection and so ignoring it would be limiting His revelation.

But let’s cut to the chase. I am here to talk about dreams and how taxing they are. Physically, emotionally, financially and sometimes even relationally.

Again, I find myself moving to better prospects, therefore leaving my comfortable abode (that took several other moves to find) only to pack up and move again.

I felt like a nomad at some point. I started feeling like I am unstable and somewhat disloyal, but how dare I throw that in the face of my dreams?

Who said that one has to stay at one particular place for x amount of months, years, decades in order for them to conquer their dreams?

My talents and abilities pull me in all sorts of directions and do so at different intervals.

When there is a call on your life which is supported by a vision board that reminds you EVERYDAY of all the things you’d like to do, you live life with achieving those goals in mind notwithstanding societal norms. vision board

For me, my vocational journey has been supported by prayer. Every single year, God accelerates my advancements so far that it supersedes my expectation. I have dreams of cars I want to be driving and property I should be owning, places I should be traveling (as a measure of my success) then something pulls me back.

Matthew 20:16 “Those who come first will be last. Those who are last will come first.”

Chance happens to us all. Life is a journey and anything rushed will flutter by just as quickly. Instead of trying to keep up with the Jones’s by having fancy car debt, credit cards of a certain tier and Great Gatsby Instagram photos, let me grow my investment portfolio, serve the community more and use what I have for God’s glory.  Everything He touches multiplies anyway.

To you it may be moving back to your parents’ home to save, downgrading your car to invest or working two jobs to reach that 10 000 hours of success standing. Whatever it is, be indebted to your dreams first and see how the ‘things’ just avail themselves on the journey!

 

 

The arduous conflict between OPPORTUNITIES and CAREER

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I’m at a crossroads.

As a young fledgling, with one foot still in varsity and the other in industry, there’s no doubt about the career path I have chosen.

I see myself growing in almost all disciplines that it has to offer as I can’t seem to select one that I particularly favour or one I would want to do for the rest of my life.

So I sit here and wait for the not so obvious things, like world peace and the world to change, and wonder what to do with my mundane yet full of potential life.

Coming from a family of professional students, there is still a yearning to study further and continue this predictive path of preluded success.

Success, such a loaded word.

I wonder if this word includes happiness, growth, and peace in it or is it truly JUST the money, acclaim, fame and loneliness that everyone so charmingly packages.

I want to make my family proud, earn a reasonably decent paycheck, and climb a corporate ladder that will hopefully cushion my fear of heights. I also want to cruise in a beautiful depreciating asset and salivate over ridiculously expensive shoes, buy garish and gaudy garments that make me look like I’ve made it.

I’m attracted to the idea of opulence.

I look at my vision board that scorns the aforementioned dreams and substitutes my qualifications with facilitating women, wanderlust, retail and music. This board seemingly resembles the lives of the Real Housewives. Well sort of.

I am waiting for a sign.

I might just be afforded an opportunity to disconcert the dawn of my career and mission into a vacuum; be sucked in by the vast world and its forgotten secrets and pleasures.

How exciting!

I don’t know if I would be fulfilled though. Should I take the risk of being a dissident and do the unthinkable? What if my career catches up with me and results in me finding my purpose? What if it never does?

A qualified nomad is not what my mother sweated for.

Doesn’t it all work out in the end?

Sigh.

I need a life compass.