I'm a mother of four, three girls and a boy and a grandmother to two cute little boys. I'm homeless doe to theft. My house was stolen, tried to fight it in court but a female margistrate evicted me, my kids and grandkids to the streets without alternative accommodation. Loosing a home is hard because we lost a sense of belonging, orientation, hard work, memories and self respect and become broken. This happened long after my kids and I survived the massacre of divorce. This incident shuttered us. We moved from riches to rags. I refuse to remain a shadow of who I used to be and let my predicament define me. I decided to furthet my studies at a university in another Province study FILM with full scholarship including accommodation,tuition fees and neal allowance. I took all my kids with. Found schools for them and creche for the little ones. The university couldn't fulfill their rent agreement and we were evicted. We slept at the police station and went to school from there. The shelters could not take all of us, the welfare service wanted to divide us and I could not let them. The Police adviced that shelters were a dangerous and should be no option. The country was immediately under Covid19 Lockdown and there was social relief grant, I got managed to find a small flat to date we are there. The kids self esteem has been restored. Luckily for online learning the university gave me data which also enablef all the kids to study online. The country is now on Level 1 we have returned to contact learning. The relief fund is finished and the University says they cannot pay for my flat as agreed it was an error for they only pay for post graduate students with families only. What a costly error!! I'm looking for an after school/weekend job for I cannot comprehend hirting the kids again. I'm humbled by their support and understanding and they don't mind having one meal per day and are not arrogant. I love my studies there's no way I'm going to stop studying. I have come a long way even without an Apple Laptop to edit my shots and a camera my 18 year olds classmates permit me to use theirs which I'm grateful for. God has been kind to me and my family. I don'tknow what to say to the kids, I don't have money for rent. I want to be an inspiration to my girls, be empowered to do against all odds and my boy to respect women. This Christmas we will be in the streets... its scary!
This story was submitted in response to The Real Me.