My Mentor

So this week writing excersice from my group was about self knowlegde. Who is your mentor and why. This literally had me confused but finally I came of with this shortest piece of writing that ever exsisted. 

MY MENTOR

I get confused whenever I’m asked who my mentor is. It’s probably because I have never sat down to think about it and really I don’t know. Shouldn’t my mentor be someone that inspires me that gives me that determination, that much needed push, someone that I learn from? Over the years I have looked up to a lot of people, those I have had direct and indirect contact with. Those whose actions or just by been themselves really inspire a lot in me.

Would have said my mother but wouldn’t it be such a cliché. Well it feels like one anyway. Come to think of it, I should have a lot of mentors. Really I should, because I’m inspired by a lot of things and people even the occasional busybody that tends to give the unasked advice.  For me anyone that inspires me to be better that understands or try’s to understand me and my dreams can be my mentor.

I’m not the most religious of all but going down that path as a typical African church girl, God is my first mentor. If not for him I wouldn’t be here, if not for his grace and mercy who am I? If not for him I wouldn’t have my mother. Yes my mother. Cliché or not, right from the beginning of my life she has been there with unconditional guidance, love and in truth my first teacher. I see her struggles, her pains, and her visions. Everything she experiences inspires me to be better to want to be strong like my mother. Some say mother knows best. I think that is true, having my mother in my life has really helped me in so many ways.