16/08/2026
FROM A HOMELESS DRUG ADDICT TO A UNIVERSITY GRADUATE: THIS IS MY STORY
I grew up with my grandmother, while my mother worked as a textile worker at the Matsapha Industrial Site.
My father was a deadbeat dad. After having five firstborn children in different parts of the country, he was never really present in my life. I don't remember receiving even a single cent from him.
My mother took full responsibility for me. She provided everything I needed, including paying my school fees. I was her only child.
In 2008, my father died. I did not feel much loss because I had already grown up without him in my life. His absence had become normal to me.
Then, in June 2010, my life changed completely.
My mother died mysteriously.
I found her in a confused state, running around the house. I was still a teenager. I took her to the hospital, but within a few days, she passed away.
Suddenly, I was an orphan.
I continued attending Inyandza High School, where I was doing Form 2. One of the biggest questions in my mind was: Who was going to pay my school fees?
Strangely, the school never chased me out of class. When teachers called students who had outstanding school fees, my name was never mentioned.
I thought perhaps they were giving me a grace period.
I passed Form 2 and went to Form 3.
I was under the OVC programme, a government programme that supports orphaned and vulnerable children with school fees. I only needed to pay the top-up fee, which was much better than paying the full amount.
I attended the whole first term of Form 3. When the second term started, I became worried because I knew I had not paid my top-up fees.
But whenever the school called students with outstanding balances, my name was never called.
I became frustrated.
I thought maybe my name was not on the system.
So I went to my class teacher and asked what was happening.
She looked at me and said:
"Mr. Mamba paid your school fees. He also paid your school fees last year."
That was the first time I learned that someone had been quietly paying my school fees.
I had no idea.
I remember being a brilliant student. At one point, I got position 3, and my teachers had great hopes for me.
But while I was doing Form 2, I had already started experimenting with drugs. At first, it was only occasionally.
By Form 4, the habit had become worse.
I passed Form 4 and was promoted to Form 5.
Unfortunately, when school opened in 2013, I did not report immediately. I stayed at home smoking drugs.
When I finally returned to school in the second month, the headteacher did not allow me back into class.
He's probably going to see this 😂.
Sir, I understand what you did. Looking back, I deserved it.
That moment changed the direction of my life.
After being chased out of school, I went to work in the forests of Motigny Investment, pruning trees.
It was one of the most difficult years of my life.
I was still smoking drugs, but deep inside, I knew I wanted to go back to school.
In December 2013, I went to my uncle to ask for financial assistance because I wanted to return to school.
At that time, my uncle had bought a Quantum and two cars. I believed money was not a problem.
But when I asked him for help, he told me:
"I don't have money."
Those words devastated me.
Later, he gave me E 5,000, which was money he owed my late mother.
At the beginning of 2014, I took that money, bought school uniforms and went back to school. I registered under the OVC programme, paid my top-up fees and returned to class.
Again, I was promoted to Form 5.
At the beginning of 2015, however, the school would not allow me into class because I had not paid my school fees.
I started moving around my neighbourhood looking for piece jobs.
One neighbour gave me a job to renovate his fence for E 600. I took E 500 from that money and went to pay my school fees.
I was allowed back into class.
But I was still using drugs.
Then something happened that changed my life, at least temporarily.
Early in February, while I was doing Form 5, my friend and I hosted a marula house party. During the party, we smoked ma*****na and glue.
The following day, I became very sick.
That experience forced me to make a decision:
I was going to quit drugs.
This time, I took the decision seriously.
Something amazing happened.
I had been promoted to Form 5 with position 34. After I changed my life and stopped using drugs, I improved to position 8 in my first term.
By the third term, I was position 5.
My teachers started seeing something different in me.
My class teacher and teachers for different subjects had hopes that I would pass well and eventually go to university.
But life had other plans.
Just a few months before I was supposed to write my final examinations, I was chased out of the home where I was staying with my uncle and grandmother.
I became homeless.
Sometimes I slept on mountains and in bushes.
Sometimes a friend would allow me to sleep at his place, but I had to leave early in the morning before his family realised that I had spent the night there.
I had no one.
I only had myself.
I stopped attending school for almost two weeks.
Eventually, I went to my class teacher and explained that I was homeless and could not attend school.
She found me a place to stay at a nearby home where other pupils who lived far from school were accommodated.
The children welcomed me warmly.
They were good to me.
During weekends, they would go home to visit their parents and return with groceries.
I had nothing to contribute, but they shared what they had with me.
I will never forget that kindness.
But mentally, I was not okay.
I was carrying too many things at once.
Maybe that is one of the reasons I did not perform as well as I could have in my final examinations.
When the results came, I had only credited four subjects.
I was devastated.
I had worked so hard. I had done piece jobs to raise money for school fees. I had fought my way back into school. I had changed my life.
But I still felt like I had failed.
The disappointment took me back to drugs.
I later started working as a security guard.
I was ashamed of the job.
Whenever I saw relatives or former classmates, I would hide because I did not want them to know that I was a security guard.
I felt like I had failed in life.
One day, while I was on duty, a pastor who was passing by came to speak to me.
He said:
"I will never preach to you to quit smoking drugs, but I know one day you will quit and help others do the same."
At the time, his words did not move me.
But I never forgot them.
By 2017, those words started making sense.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my future.
I knew I did not want to remain where I was.
I knew I had to change.
On 31 October 2017, I smoked ma*****na for the last time.
I have never smoked it again.
The following morning, I woke up early, collected everything I used for smoking and threw it into the toilet.
I had almost 1kg of ma*****na, packs of ci******es and other smoking materials.
Everything went down that toilet.
After that, I said a small prayer asking God to help me.
Quitting was not easy.
There were times when I could not sleep. I would sometimes lie awake until morning.
I went on Google and searched for information about how to quit smoking.
I read article after article and started applying the advice.
I changed my friends.
I changed my habits.
I changed the things I did.
I changed my environment.
I started exercising after work.
At that time, I was staying at KaKhoza in Manzini. I would run from KaKhoza to Mahhala and back.
Three months after I stopped associating with my old smoking friends, I met one of them.
He looked at me and said:
"You are starting to look fresh."
That statement motivated me even more.
I had a dream.
I wanted to turn my life around.
In February 2018, I enrolled at IMDC Institute in Manzini for evening classes while continuing to work as a security guard.
I would knock off at 4:30 pm and be in class by 5 pm. Classes ended at 7 pm.
I did that throughout the year.
I paid my school fees and examination fees using my own savings.
When examinations approached, I asked my supervisors if I could change my shifts.
They agreed to allow me to work at night.
So I would go to work carrying my books and study materials.
While on duty, I would study at night.
The following day, I would go and write my examinations.
Sometimes I was writing while extremely tired and sleepy.
But I had a goal.
I knew what I wanted.
And that investment paid off.
When the results came, I was happy.
I applied to different universities across the country.
Eventually, I received university admission and a scholarship.
In November 2022, something happened that I will never forget.
I became the first university graduate in both my father's and mother's families.
I did it without wealthy uncles.
I did it without family connections.
I did it without someone carrying me through life.
I took charge of my destiny.
Sometimes when I look back at everything I went through, I still ask myself:
How did I survive all of that?
I lost my parents.
I became homeless.
I battled drug addiction.
I dropped out of school.
I worked as a security guard.
I was ashamed of myself.
I slept in bushes and mountains.
I struggled to pay school fees.
I failed to get the university results I wanted the first time.
But somehow, I kept fighting.
Today, I have done a number of things that I never imagined possible when I was that young boy struggling to survive.
I founded the Eswatini National Author's Awards.
I have built a consultancy business with offices at Mbabane House, third floor, Office #312.
I write for both the Eswatini Observer and Times of Eswatini newspapers.
Most importantly, I have developed a passion for helping other people fix their lives, especially people who feel like they have lost their way.
I am not sharing this story because I believe I am better than anyone.
I am sharing it because I know what it feels like to have nothing.
I know what it feels like to be rejected.
I know what it feels like to be ashamed of yourself.
I know what it feels like to sleep without knowing where your next meal will come from.
I know what it feels like to have a dream but no money to pursue it.
And I know what it feels like to fall down again and again.
But I also know this:
Your current situation is not necessarily your final destination.
You can start again.
You can change your friends.
You can change your habits.
You can go back to school.
You can learn a new skill.
You can rebuild your life.
You can fail and still rise.
I was once a homeless teenager who was addicted to drugs and had no idea what his future looked like.
Today, I am a university graduate, writer, entrepreneur and consultant.
If I could change my life, I believe you can change yours too.
Never allow your past to convince you that your future is finished.
Sometimes, the person who has suffered the most has the greatest story to tell.
And sometimes, the greatest comeback starts when you have absolutely nothing left.
This is my story. And I am still writing it.
Clement T Dlamini
Business Development Strategist | Certified Personal Finance Advisor (CPFA)
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