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Senyethe: Building your wealth is in your hands
This books aims to share information relating to investments through the stock exchange. It is for anyone who wants to learn how to start trading on the Johannesburg Stock Exchange as the story is related to my journey into that exchange. It does not serve as financial advise and purports not to recommend shares or platforms to use. It merely chronicles my thought process and approach to building my current portfolio.
15 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 17, 2019
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About the author
Tumelo Moleleki
21 books64 followersI am a #selfpublished author of 15 books
Growing up, I played diketo and made toys with clay. I played with both sexes, when minding the cattle I would play boys games and when fetching water or firewood or doing laundry down the ravine I would play girls games. I was born in the now Gauteng province but being a black person, I was not allowed to be registered as having been born there so I was registered as having been born in the district of Mount Fletcher.
I had a normal childhood for one raised in the bundus and I loved my life. My grandmother is my mother and my mother is my sister, that is how it was and that is how it remains in my psyche.
I started school at the age of 5, my best friends were my cousin and a girl who lived with my aunt-in-law.
My grandmother was rather strict, did not like us going to people's homes, even relatives. She was so dignified, everyone in the village respected her in a way that spoke of a respect that is inspired by the dignity one possesses. We were considered one of the more fortunate families.
I was teased a lot for my dark skin and my 'English nose'. I was told that I was ugly by just about everyone with the exception of those who loved me enough to see beauty in me.
I am still psychologically messed up from the taunts I suffered at the hands of other children and I cry sometimes when I think about them.
When I was in my teens I was sent to live with my aunt because my grandmother did not want to send me to boarding school and there were no high schools nearby.
While living with my aunt, I suffered a great deal of racial hatred from the community where my aunt lived. I was spat on and beat up. I was mocked further about my darkness and ridiculed for resembling boys. I was even put in a boys ward when I was admitted in a private clinic to have my tonsils removed. The mistake was later corrected but not before I had suffered the trauma of being in a hospital gown with a gaping back and no underwear in the boy's ward. God was my only protection because I might have been attacked but I was not.
I struggled for the right to do normal Math at school because I was deemed too stupid to handle it by the teachers of the model c school that was supposed to be the place where I got better education. I struggled to get my ID and struggled also to get my tertiary education going. I struggled to make it up the corporate ladder and I struggled to get published. My life is a series of struggles.
I started my degree via correspondence while working as a consultant and completed it after six years. I failed along the way because sometimes work had to take priority over studies since it was the means by which I could undertake those studies.
I take nothing for granted in my life because I had to fight for it all. I am eternally grateful to those who offer me genuine support and those who refrain from using me. As a young person I grappled with my disease to please syndrome. I no longer care that people think I am black and ugly, I know that those who love me find me beautiful and perhaps one day I shall stop seeing myself through the eyes of those who saw ugly when they saw me. For now, the love of a man from Algeria is healing my self-esteem issues because it proves once and for all that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I have made many acquaintances in my life and God has been there for me always.
Side note: I grew up not knowing my father so I am partial to women because they are the ones who have been there for me all my life.
Growing up, I played diketo and made toys with clay. I played with both sexes, when minding the cattle I would play boys games and when fetching water or firewood or doing laundry down the ravine I would play girls games. I was born in the now Gauteng province but being a black person, I was not allowed to be registered as having been born there so I was registered as having been born in the district of Mount Fletcher.
I had a normal childhood for one raised in the bundus and I loved my life. My grandmother is my mother and my mother is my sister, that is how it was and that is how it remains in my psyche.
I started school at the age of 5, my best friends were my cousin and a girl who lived with my aunt-in-law.
My grandmother was rather strict, did not like us going to people's homes, even relatives. She was so dignified, everyone in the village respected her in a way that spoke of a respect that is inspired by the dignity one possesses. We were considered one of the more fortunate families.
I was teased a lot for my dark skin and my 'English nose'. I was told that I was ugly by just about everyone with the exception of those who loved me enough to see beauty in me.
I am still psychologically messed up from the taunts I suffered at the hands of other children and I cry sometimes when I think about them.
When I was in my teens I was sent to live with my aunt because my grandmother did not want to send me to boarding school and there were no high schools nearby.
While living with my aunt, I suffered a great deal of racial hatred from the community where my aunt lived. I was spat on and beat up. I was mocked further about my darkness and ridiculed for resembling boys. I was even put in a boys ward when I was admitted in a private clinic to have my tonsils removed. The mistake was later corrected but not before I had suffered the trauma of being in a hospital gown with a gaping back and no underwear in the boy's ward. God was my only protection because I might have been attacked but I was not.
I struggled for the right to do normal Math at school because I was deemed too stupid to handle it by the teachers of the model c school that was supposed to be the place where I got better education. I struggled to get my ID and struggled also to get my tertiary education going. I struggled to make it up the corporate ladder and I struggled to get published. My life is a series of struggles.
I started my degree via correspondence while working as a consultant and completed it after six years. I failed along the way because sometimes work had to take priority over studies since it was the means by which I could undertake those studies.
I take nothing for granted in my life because I had to fight for it all. I am eternally grateful to those who offer me genuine support and those who refrain from using me. As a young person I grappled with my disease to please syndrome. I no longer care that people think I am black and ugly, I know that those who love me find me beautiful and perhaps one day I shall stop seeing myself through the eyes of those who saw ugly when they saw me. For now, the love of a man from Algeria is healing my self-esteem issues because it proves once and for all that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I have made many acquaintances in my life and God has been there for me always.
Side note: I grew up not knowing my father so I am partial to women because they are the ones who have been there for me all my life.
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January 24, 2020
I have enjoyed reading this book. It is a quick read and I appreciate the authors journey into the world of Finance. The reason for this is that the Authors personal journey demonstrates a very authentic wrestling with finding her way into being able to take responsibility for growing her wealth. As i an area of vulnerability she helps build your confidence and willingness to believe that's growing your wealth is in your hands. I found very helpful the explanation of the terms that are used in managing shares and understanding the terminology which I feel has better equipped me for an entry level into understanding the financial platform. Thank you
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