1/12 : Whenever I see posts from people frowning down on food posts, airport posts et cetera, I wonder if people are so privileged that they don't realise dining in a fine restaurant is an achievement for many?

2/12: We post our food platters because we know it will inspire children and youth of where we come from. I take a picture and post a cappuccino because growing up, I didn't even know that thing even existed; we only knew oily chips (what do the privileged call chips?).

3/12 : I shared a @British_Airways flight with the late Morgan Tsvangirai and you have to be out of your damn mind if you think I wasn't going to capture evidence of that! I grew in a township without a secondary school - it's now there...

4/12 : If I went back to where I did my primary school, I only have to mention that I have been on an airplane to capture their undivided attention. Education wasn't rated in my part of the hood, so some of us who only had to offer brains were considered useless.

5/12 : Going up to podium to collect academic prizes was routine for me and I wonder if those who ululated were being sincere. I went to boarding school for my high school and my friends had to go to town for High School (remember we didn't have a secondary school in our area).

6/12 : I remember when I came back home after my first term at boarding school, my stepfather asked me what sport played. I said Hockey, he laughed so hard, I quit the sport the following term.

7/12 : I remember when I went for my entrance test at St Augustine High School (kwaTsambe), I aced the oral part of the test. I told the story of how me, my brother and our friends went fishing. We would fish in rivers and small dams in the bush.

8/12 : As we were fishing, two men approached us and said they were police officers (I pronounced police the way I had learnt how to pronounce it on TV). We fled. They were not police officers, but obhinya: Local businessmen used human body parts to enhance their businesses.

9/12 : I was the weakest link; everyone feared I was going to be caught, but I leapt over every obstacle. One of my brother's friends fell into a pond and we met up with him hours later. His story was wild!

10/12 : The telling of that story to the interviewing panel was the beginning of my entry into the land of the privileged. Throughout High School I played catchup to kids from better backgrounds. I read every novel in the library. I even read novel during study periods.

11/12 : I used thinking instead of remembering. The maths teacher always wondered how I arrived at answers. When I became a teacher, I discouraged my students cramming facts, figures and formulae. I steered them towards thinking. It had worked for me when odds were against me.

12/12 : I understand when someone posts a picture of chicken and chips on their WhatsApp status: Contrary to popular belief, we don't have the same 24 hours. What we have achieved had the IMPOSSIBLE stamp on it when growing up and it would be a shame not to celebrate.