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This Memoir Essay looks back at events that challenged me and how I overcame same.

The Queue I am getting sicker by the minute. I am standing in a very long queue at student finance. They tell me my student accommodation approval does not appear on their system. If I do not get state-financed student accommodation, my university life is going to be extremely difficult. I simply cannot afford not to have accommodation. My parents support four households. Money is extremely scarce. The sun is baking.That early February sun. I stand there knowing that if this

This memoir essay traces a series of encounters that refuse to obey linear time. Dreams that continue dialogues never started in this lifetime. Mehlomadala is not a search for proof, nor an argument for belief. It is a witnessing. A meditation on memory that lives beyond the brain, on coincidence that feels rehearsed, and on the unsettling possibility that some meetings are older than names. It asks a simple, dangerous question: what if we have been here before?

Bukelani lives in a beautiful contradiction. We are small, counted in modest budgets and stretched spreadsheets, yet vast when measured against the problems we dare to confront. Our footprint is light, but our gaze is planetary. We stand in rooms that echo with scarcity while sketching futures that require abundance of courage, patience, and imagination. This is the paradox we wake up with every day. We are obsessed with tomorrow, yet disciplined enough to know that the futur