Regional Operations Co-ordinatorI was born in Johannesburg in 1988 in the early hours of the morning and named “son of the sea” or Dylan. I was born into a family of Zambian decent who had been modest Tobacco and Bonsmaro farmers. After I matriculated from St Johns College in 2006 I attended Rhodes University in Grahamstown where I studied a BSocSc in Management and Industrial and Economic Sociology. After four memorable years in the donkey and cow ridden streets of Grahamstown, I left to start my Journey in “the real world”.
Returning to my roots in Johannesburg, I decided to go the Entrepreneurial root and start my own business. I had always had a creative flair and therefore launched DripDrop Designs, a branding and graphic design company. Throughout my schools years I was actively involved in social upliftment programs and received The Golden Presidents Award/ Duke of Edinburg award for Youth Empowerment. Wanting to further my involvement in charitable causes I founded Jol-Jozi. Jol-Jozi was a series of Putco Buses that took party goers into shebeens in Soweto to experience the culture and environment some are so often shielded from. The revenue from sales was donated to various homes and causes.
In 2011 I parted ways with the design industry and entered the marketing industry for a brief year stint where I was a project manager at Brand Cartel. Before long I found myself searching for greater horizons and started to explore the Wellness industry. I joined Corporate Wellness Solutions as an operations manager where I was stationed for four years. Needing a change and an opportunity to make a difference in the lives of South Africans I joined The Click Foundation as a Regional Operations Co-ordinator. I’m privileged to be part of changing lives every day.
My Favorite Poem
“If ” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!