My life is almost always considered the worst and best of times, like I’d be having this amazing sandwich after a whole day of ravenous hunger and then halfway through the sandwich some relative has just died or my dog got hit by a car, did I mention I love dogs, and even though it’s often the worst and best of times it is still the only life which was given and I plan on living it. The story of Botshelo Zwane begins like any other story in a small town that nobody has ever heard of and even if they did they completely butcher the name, I am a collision of cultures my mother being Sotho and my father being Swati but contrary of white culture if you are African you are automatically whatever your father is, since you hold his surname anyways, so in fewer words I am a swati girl, I like the simple things and I wish (probably like any other girl) to walk past a street without being cat called. I went to a primary school with fathomed the best parts of my life which have been engraved into memory for life. From playing with bratz dolls and attending the Catholic mass, essentially my childhood at my Catholic Primary school was an awakening of my journey to my faith in the God and the church as well. God knows I needed his divine intervention from the those early primary days to my early 20s. When I reached high school I became fascinated with the arts and other forms of religions which provide a sentiment of peace to the soul. I discovered Buddhism which became apparent that it was more of a philosophy than a religion of faith, it did not Centre around an god but rather to pay respect to the founder of it who found that it was better to reach spiritual uplifting and reach a state of nirvana through meditation, meditation helped me largely to deal with the anxieties of being in my early twenties and all the trials and tribulations that come with it.