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School Run Millionaire
I woke up early this morning with money on my mind — wishing I was a millionaire. The background orchestra of violins that feature on the song Bitter Sweet Symphony (by The Verve) began playing on repeat in my head. London city life and this universal hustle and grind, sleep when you’re dead culture, has people motivated and demotivated, burnt out and enslaved. I, too, am people. So much of adulthood feels like a trap; a lifelong season of pressure that impairs your ability to think clearly and breathe freely. Millions of adults are sending out distress signals from beneath the landslide of ever increasing workloads, bills and ridiculous taxes designed to crush creativity and dreams.
During my early girlhood I became more aware of how socioeconomic factors and the insidious barriers of nepotism and patriarchy, create many of our human conditions. I know it is possible to eliminate homelessness and hunger. Not one person on this Earth should be homeless or hungry. Not one. The Janet Jackson anthem Rhythm Nation — was part of the rich soundtrack that had my generation wanting to give a damn and make things better. If I could, I would eliminate the need for money to get by in life. I still want to give a damn and do better but I’m nobody’s superwoman. I identify as a single Black woman who is the mother of…
