I am Simamkele Madlangati. I was selling oranges in the streets of Cape Town.

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I graduated a National Diploma in Information Technology,I was majoring in Communication Networks. I obtained my I.T diploma at Walter Sisulu University(Butterworth Campus). I have two children. I looked on how the unemployed rate has increased and decided to start a small business for survival. I sold oranges not because I wanted to be sympathised.Absolutely I knew that at the end of the day I have to put something on the table. Apparently I knew that in order to get something I had to leave the comfort zone.

By the time I was selling oranges I could not stop applying for the jobs. I made it a point that I apply everyday. Sometimes I used to ask for a job jokingly even to my customers . The other day I decided to wear my academic regalia ,the main reason for wearing that academic regalia was to try to advertise myself…

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Embracing The Gap

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Diastema is what the gap or space between the teeth is referred to as, and can form anywhere in the mouth but are commonly formed between the upper front teeth.

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If you have not yet met me in person, you might not know that I actually have a gap between my front teeth.  I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with my teeth and I never really post pictures where I show my teeth – back in the day, because I despised my teeth and now because I’ve gotten used to not showing them in pictures.  As a kid I never really noticed that my teeth were different from everyone else’s because having gap teeth as a kid was not considered abnormal, mostly due to the fact that people always just assumed that it would go away as you grow older or that you just had a missing tooth that would…

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stray dogs

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im just a stray dog barking to the passing traffic & pedestrians/

letting the world know im still here/

hoping they notice me and my broken body/

hoping they give me a proper burial/

treat me with kindness one last time before i go/

then let the ground claim what is his/

my body/

but i know thats just a wild dream for a stray dog like me/

im content with dying on this corner/

i will not get my burial/

but it makes sense/

what stray dog gets a tombstone/

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