The Journey

Been feeling pretty shy about writing this, writing any type of writing that other people would read really, but I sppouse writing frees the soul and encourages others to persever.

My mom tells me I must have been 5 when I spoke of becoming a pilot, but I mean every child at that age wants to become a pilot or a Dr or a teacher. My own memory of the conversation was when I was about 7 and I was at the airport for the first time, Jan smuts international it was called back then now O.R Tambo.

I had never seen anything so marvelous in my entire life hahaha yes 7 years on earth is a long time, i was 3 years shy of a decade. It was probably a Boeing 737 taking off on what is runway 03 today.

I wondered how on earth is it possible for such a massive object to be in the air, was it magic, who was “driving” it, how,what, somebody please explain to me what sorcery this was.

My grandmother would remind me each and every day about being a pilot,she would always make an effort to seek out anything that would bring me closer to my dreams.

Went through primary school wondering how small me would ever get to become a pilot. The most challenging thing was figuring out how to expose myself to things related to aviation, the most I could do was talk to pilots and ask to view the cockpit.

Exposure is something most exposed people take so much for granted, looking back I realise that all I needed to do was ask but who was I to ask and how would I find them. Where as someone, priveledged would automatically be able to identify where and who to talk to in order to obtain knowledge or information.

Through all of this my grandma always managed to find airshow dates and so the journey truly began.

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Getting the boot!

It’s when I am not writing that I remember what I want to write and as soon as I open up to writing I get shy again.

I disappeared for sometime because I needed to sort out the next phase of my journey. Aviation is such a journey.

In 2014 I was nervous as hell about having to move away from home for the first time in my life. It was definitely worth it though anything to pursue my long term dream of becoming a pilot.

The interviews were intense, they went on for several days and those weren’t even a guarantee that I would obtain employment at the end of the training.

Unlike many I was extremely fortunate to have managed to obtain sponsorship. At the time our national carrier was offering training bursaries for the best if the best, to be Honest I made it into the first phase of selections because I had been busy studying towards a degree in engineering. Imagine that I left engineering to become what most call a “Glorified taxi driver”.

Second, third…. And fifth phase consisted of a series of tests from a medical exam, psychometric tests, criminal background checks telephonic and face to face interviews. And after all that I made it through. We were a group of 32 and we were told that making it through this stage was no guarantee of making it past the three months probation.

Fast forward to September 2014 and I had successfully completed the initial phase of Pilot training the SAA way.

Then began a journey in the cockpit. Where my nerves and my disbelief would get the better of me and I would soon be told I was not suitable to become a pilot.

Like they say, Hind sight is 20/20, looking back now it was my fear and low self-esteem that lead to my self doubt perhaps the environment had a role to play but I won’t focus too much on that.

May 2015 I lost my scholarship and I was sent home. Being a black female played a role too in my exclusion. The challenge then became how will I afford to pay for flight training fees now that I have lost the scholarship.

To be continued.

The Journey

Been feeling pretty shy about writing this, writing any type of writing that other people would read really, but I sppouse writing frees the soul and encourages others to persever.

My mom tells me I must have been 5 when I spoke of becoming a pilot, but I mean every child at that age wants to become a pilot or a Dr or a teacher. My own memory of the conversation was when I was about 7 and I was at the airport for the first time, Jan smuts international it was called back then now O.R Tambo.

I had never seen anything so marvelous in my entire life hahaha yes 7 years on earth is a long time, i was 3 years shy of a decade. It was probably a Boeing 737 taking off on what is runway 03 today.

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I wondered how on earth is it possible for such a massive object to be in the air, was it magic, who was “driving” it, how,what, somebody please explain to me what sorcery this was.

My grandmother would remind me each and every day about being a pilot,she would always make an effort to seek out anything that would bring me closer to my dreams.

Went through primary school wondering how small me would ever get to become a pilot. The most challenging thing was figuring out how to expose myself to things related to aviation, the most I could do was talk to pilots and ask to view the cockpit.

Exposure is something most exposed people take so much for granted, looking back I realize that all I needed to do was ask but who was I to ask and how would I find them. Where as someone, privileged would automatically be able to identify where and who to talk to in order to obtain knowledge or information.

Through all of this my grandma always managed to find airshow dates and so the journey truly began.

Words cannot express the joy I feel when I hear the sound of a Rolls Royce trent engine or a SAAB jas 39 Gripen.

I really do enjoy flying…

First blog post

I was talking to my mentor yesterday 30th August 2017 about my ‘career’ and she suggested I write a blog. I am nervous as hell about this because I fear making a mistake or better yet not have anybody read it lol.

So the blog like I said will be like a diary of my journey as a female pilot, sorry a black female pilot, it is necessary to state my race and gender with the current Global crisis, it will probably take decades to get rid of patriarchy, racism, sexism etc.

As usual I digress…

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I love flying!