A tag line I decided to steal from my beautiful Nandz… We really hardly thank God enough for the mercy and love he has shown us through and through…
So, the one thing, to this day, I can ever really thank God for, is a beautiful mind… One of my most used and prized possessions and I’m grateful that it was Taylor made just to fit my persona, interests and just my body size.
At times, I find it unfathomable and quite complex to be myself, and this, of all things, is a true beauty. My luring abnormality, and my well nourished conceptualisation of different matters in life, are glory and praise worthy…
Thus, again, for a beautiful mind most deserving of pennies and pounds per thought, I thank You…
“The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.
Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away
to where the darkness lives.
The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.
Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling.
You will find a good man soon.”
The first psycho therapist told me to spend
three hours each day sitting in a dark closet
with my eyes closed and ears plugged.
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.
The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.
Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness
when they care more about what they give
than what they get.
The pharmacist said, “Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.”
The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me
forget what the trauma said.
The trauma said, “Don’t write these poems.
Nobody wants to hear you cry
about the grief inside your bones.”
But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi jumped
from the George Washington Bridge
into the Hudson River convinced
he was entirely alone.”
My bones said, “Write the poems.”
― Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
Things I love… When pencils are use to bring art into life….
“There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.”
— Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand
What is more important to an individual? is it your job or your qualification? How do you separate the two and does your employer value your qualification and aligns it with your job title?
I have found myself working for an IT company where none of the managers are academically qualified. They basically got their positions based on merit, most have been with the organisation for more than 5 years and have thus, “worked” their way to the “top”. I went in fresh from University, a fresh graduate, which to me made it seem like my qualification was valued. The prerequisite for the job indicated that I had to be a finance graduate, or a graduate with a financial background. When I got here, to the realisation that no one had a degree, or even a diploma, and the people with actual qualifications were put on an internship program, which to me spells out CHEAP LABOUR.
Employers sell us the “experience” story, but when you actually get to the workplace, you find that your qualification is not even considered when you they do salary valuation.
After spending exorbitant amounts and time trying to get a degree, you get to a working environment that doesn’t quite value that particular qualification. The issue this raises with me is as follows, How are we suppose to encourage the youth to go out and get their degrees, when the workplace has countlessly proven and has gone as far as saying, your qualification isn’t valued? We need a middle ground, whereby we can still convince individuals to go out there and better their careers through studies, but also making sure they are studying towards “Valued” career paths.
I’m glad my qualification wasn’t taken into consideration because this led to me being introduced to a new type of world, but let us make it known to the future what is required by our economy, while encouraging them to be what they have always wanted to be,