I remember the one time I read ‘Journey to Jo’burg: A South African Story’ by Beverley Naidoo. It was as if my eyes could finally see clearly, for the first time
So, before I rush to say, “New year, new me.” I pause for a moment to think about what it means. That is because, over the years, my perspective changed.
Hello, world! That phrase reminds me of the ‘Introduction to Programming’ unit I had back in the first year of campus. It was the first line of code I ever wrote. But then our love never lasted longer than the second year. Mostly because I realized that I was meant to interact with people more than computers. Starting to learn from such a point of simplicity felt, weird and strange at first. But then, I