How I Would Love To Be Independent

When I received my first pay check in September 2005, my heart was left bleeding. I had worked tirelessly not only because I was on probation. I genuinely wanted to give the job my best shot as working formally was something I had jovially anticipated. The rewards I got from the job left me feeling drained. What could I do with such a paltry earning?- it was barely enough to cover my basics. I thought of all those people financially stable who could order Debonairs pizza at the touch of a button, who could spend weekends lavishly accommodated at the finest hotels. As for me I still had a long way to go.

Apart from pampering myself  with long candle lit bubble baths in the company of my cardbury’s chocolate bar, I wanted to do something really awesome for Timothy my boyfriend. Perhaps a long weekend away out in the countryside horse riding. That would have been the perfect treat but with my payslip I could barely manage to break even. Why can’t I be rich, why can’t I get up and face the day without having to worry about money, why do I seem to have endless debts?. I desired to be like Jane, the ideal mentor figure.

At 27, she already owned a car- a lexus to be specific and was in the process of consulting the best architects towards building a mansion. I could not help but admire her for having achieved so much at such a young age. I knew what I ought to do,  I needed to pay her a visit for some tips on how I could climb that ladder of success. Jane inspired me to work hard, to be dedicated to make sacrifices. It is not going to be easy but ‘tough cookies don’t crumble’, those were her powerful words of wisdom. She was exactly what I wanted to become an Independent woman and to ‘All the women who are independent Throw your hands up at me’.