Goodguy
Khayisa Matika
Trevor Kana grew up in Limpopo. Where he lives with both parents, he only has only one sister. Trevor loves eating, so it is no surprise that he wants to go grab a bite before we begin. He is pretty convinced that he’s ordinary, which is true but that’s what make’s him even more interesting.
He had to endure going to an Afrikaans school which he claims was hell but made up for it in the last three years. He is open about the fact that he really does not know where he is going in life but you can from the look in his eyes that this excites him. This boy does not fit in any where and he is cool with.
He has not done anything great because it is about the little things for me. That’s why he does volunteering work. Every Monday he goes to a centre where he plays with kids. His thinking process is what motivated the article. He has no hope for world peace because he believes that humans neglect the small things, such as simply greeting the person you passing by or even respecting your own parents. Perhaps hypocritically he still wants to save it. Before he dies he wants to do something big, something that will benefit many people and not just him.
Call it an auction but here is a guy who is a gentleman but is being overlooked. His wealth is not measured by material things, he took a semester on biology and whenever he refers to humans you can see it com through, as he went on to explain how miniature we are as humans in relations to life systems.
He had to overcome some difficulties such as starting to believe in himself which he only began doing recently. He really is just a drop in the ocean, but the sea does not seem as huge anymore. He had a rough first year, hung around the wrong crowd. He had to cut out a few people in his life but he still here.
“Walking around campus I only see a bunch of rich arrogant kids who know nothing about life” , from a boy who loves living the simple life and too conscious about the people around starving It’s a fair comment. Perhaps we all are sinking just no one is calling for help.
Khayisa Matika
Trevor Kana grew up in Limpopo. Where he lives with both parents, he only has only one sister. Trevor loves eating, so it is no surprise that he wants to go grab a bite before we begin. He is pretty convinced that he’s ordinary, which is true but that’s what make’s him even more interesting.
He had to endure going to an Afrikaans school which he claims was hell but made up for it in the last three years. He is open about the fact that he really does not know where he is going in life but you can from the look in his eyes that this excites him. This boy does not fit in any where and he is cool with.
He has not done anything great because it is about the little things for me. That’s why he does volunteering work. Every Monday he goes to a centre where he plays with kids. His thinking process is what motivated the article. He has no hope for world peace because he believes that humans neglect the small things, such as simply greeting the person you passing by or even respecting your own parents. Perhaps hypocritically he still wants to save it. Before he dies he wants to do something big, something that will benefit many people and not just him.
Call it an auction but here is a guy who is a gentleman but is being overlooked. His wealth is not measured by material things, he took a semester on biology and whenever he refers to humans you can see it com through, as he went on to explain how miniature we are as humans in relations to life systems.
He had to overcome some difficulties such as starting to believe in himself which he only began doing recently. He really is just a drop in the ocean, but the sea does not seem as huge anymore. He had a rough first year, hung around the wrong crowd. He had to cut out a few people in his life but he still here.
“Walking around campus I only see a bunch of rich arrogant kids who know nothing about life” , from a boy who loves living the simple life and too conscious about the people around starving It’s a fair comment. Perhaps we all are sinking just no one is calling for help.
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