On the third draft at attempting to change my cover letter, I laughed at my naivety because I possibly couldn’t have believed that it was just a matter of drawing up a list of companies, sending in your CV, waiting for call backs and then being faced with the dilemma of which company to choose. I never envisioned that my first experience of working an 8-5 would be the hunt for an internship because, that is exactly what it was, a fulltime job. A job that would test my character, spirituality and perseverance.

Hi, I am Hilkka and this is my story…

The sun was hot, my feet were sore and all hope was fading. It was week 3 into the hunt for an internship and the walk from Ausspanplatz to Klein Windhoek had taken just about everything in me. At some point I stopped cursing and complaining to Nahenda that she made me walk the distance and started taking pictures instead, and upon reaching the Klein Windhoek sign I was certain I had lost all the weight I had gained over the festive season. Looking back, I would do that walk ten times over because I learned to control my reactions, I learned to raise questions because after a day of walking in the hot sun a “we are currently not taking in interns” didn’t cut it for me anymore, I discovered businesses and I learned to never trust Nahenda when she tells me it’s a ‘walkable distance’. I walked further distances after that day with no complains as walking helped me cut on costs and develop a money conscious mindset because as they say, ‘a dollar can go a long way’.

The deadline was drawing closer and out of my group of friends I was the only one left without an internship. I remember walking down the road from NBC radio center with a knot in my throat trying to fight back my tears whilst, dialing my mother to beg her to return home. Standing under a tree, I faced away from the road for no cab to see my ugly cry but their hooting made me more frustrated and in that moment, I felt like the 10 year old me wanting to throw myself on the kitchen floor crying out to my mother after a bad day. I picked myself up from the kitchen floor, wiped my tears away and reminded myself to just trust the process…

Hilkka HH Nakawa

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