“Nizilibele uba Nizalwa Ngo’bani”…

A song pregnant with meaning and highly suited to Heritage Month. Directly translated: “Have you forgotten who gave birth to you/made you?”…A song by one of South Africa’s iconic musicians, Thandiswa (Red) Mazwai.

Nizalwa Ngobani

The world changes, revolutionaries die
And the children forget.
The ghetto is our first love
And our dreams are drenched in gold.
We don’t even cry,
We don’t even cry
About it no more.
Are the beautiful ones really dead.

(Chorus)
Nizilibel’uba nizalwa ngobani
(Oh nizalwa ngobani)
Nizilibel’uba nizalwa ngobani na
(Oh nizalwa ngobani)

Intlungu zonina belilel’intsuku zobomi babo
Intlungu zobawo, zobawo, zobawo
Befel’ilizwe lakho.

Hey uzigqibil’izindaba eRhawutini’ungumama
(Z’gqibil’izindaba Rhawutini’ungumama)
Hey uzigqibil’izindaba eRhawutini’ungumama
(Z’gqibil’izindaba Rhawutini’ungumama)
Uzigqibil’izindaba eRhawutini’ungumama
(Z’gqibil’izindaba Rhawutini’ungumama)
Uzigqibil’izindaba eRhawutini’ungutata
Uzigqibil’izindaba.

Ntlungu zonina, ntlungu zobawo
Belil’iintsuku zobomi benu.

Ntlungu zobawo belwel’inguquko
Ntlungu zonina belilela wena
Int’oyaziyo kuzigqib’iindab’eGoli.
Ntlungu zobawo befel’inguquko
Ntlungu zonina belilela wena
Int’oyaziyo kuzigqib’iindab’eGoli.

Madikizela
(Qhawe)
Nawe Sobukwe
(Qhawe)
Nawe Mandela
(Qhawe lamaQhawe)

The Journey (Part II)

This is a two-part story about my journey from Med student to Marketing professional to where I am today (banking): the obstacles I’ve faced and the sacrifices I’ve had to make.

So there I was, nearly three years into a fruitful career in marketing, thinking about the next big biscuit whilst contemplating making a major career move to an industry that cared very little about biscuit innovation. I started plotting ways I could make this change and somehow all my efforts lead to one answer: I had to start from the bottom. So I did just that. I lodged my application for the graduate programme of one of the biggest banks in the world. I thought to myself, if I’m going to make this career sacrifice, I may as well do it with a giant!

I went through the various stages of the recruitment process which was concluded by a full day of assessments at the potential employer. While I had taken leave at work (faking illness was not an option because I respect karma) most of my counterparts were merely missing a day on campus. There was a handful of us who were already working but a majority of the interviewees were obviously students. One could argue that I had the added advantage of having work experience but considering that this was a completely different industry, I’d say my only advantage over others may have been level of maturity. Not to say that I wasn’t equally nervous, I was super anxious…and paranoid! So paranoid I freaked out that I was the only one not wearing red and/black, which also happened to be the company colours (I wore khaki formal pants and a crisp white shirt). I recall asking one of the candidates in a hushed tone if there was an email that had gone around on dress code that I may have missed. She said no and I calmed down (a bit).

I didn’t wait too long before I got that phone call; I received an offer! I was at work when I got the phone call and I casually went outside and tried not to look suspicious. I pretended it was a telemarketer selling me things I didn’t need. The offer came in at the end of September 2013 and I resigned from my job in November. After serving notice I took two weeks off just to wrap my head around the leap I had decided to take. The decision to start over. Why a graduate programme you may ask? Well outside of the theory I had covered in university, I knew very little about the real world of investment banking and I wanted to be a banker, not a marketing professional working in a bank. I also wanted to have the liberty of asking questions. I wanted to ensure that I had the right foundation so I could grow to be a credible banker.

Going in, I knew that there would be those obvious adjustments I would have to adapt to, like the more formal environment and business attire and of course, the complete switch from creative to numbers. What I didn’t expected was the funny lingo. I was familiar with certain terms that I had grasped in third year Finance like long vs. short position and bullish vs. bearish. What university didn’t teach me was the everyday jargon bankers throw around and assume everyone gets.images (1).jpg

I recall in the first meeting I attended, my manager was going through the pipeline. He said he was only interested in event, not flow business. Now I had no idea what flow business was but I just decided to “go with the flow” anyway (corny but I just had to). However, I knew all about planning events. That is what event business meant, right? Wrong! Contrary to my beliefs, ‘event business’ refers to the once off big deals, the sizable revenue generators while flow business is more of the expected and frequent transactional type business. Other terms I soon picked up were “add some colour” (add detail to a pitch), “beauty parade” (face to face client pitch), “face time” (sticking around till late and pretending to still be working – thank goodness I didn’t have to do this often) and “tombstone” (award for closing a particular deal with high level detail on that deal on the tombstone).

The most difficult thing about being on the graduate programme with three years of work experience in my pocket was probably the age gap. I was at least three years older than most of the graduates in the selected group. It felt like being that older guy (assuming I was male) in grade seven, with a beard and a Barry-White-deeper-than-everybody-else voice. Fortunately, I got along with the entire group of graduates and sometimes I would even forget that I was practically the age of these kids’ ancestors. I was 25 when I joined the programme. For my birthday that year I decided to take leave and go visit family in Sydney (Austrailia) so I wouldn’t have to deal with turning 26 in the presence of my colleagues. Australia is where everyone fled to in challenging times, right? Well I considered this a challenging time.

I started my career in Client Coverage where I worked with different Relationship Managers across sectors for the first nine months of that year. Although I found the experience valuable, it was nothing like the way the movies or books like Monkey Business portrayed Investment Banking. The hours were reasonable and the people were pretty chilled. At the end of September, during a company social function, our CEO asked me how I felt about spending some time in London. Let’s just say a month later I was in London. I moved to Debt Capital Markets (DCM)and spent three months working in Canary Wharf with the team covering the Central and Eastern Europe and Sub-Saharan Africa region. Although I had now been in banking for most of the year, I knew nothing about DCM but I found myself being roped into things from day one. I remember thinking “this time last year I sat in a strategy meeting thinking about creating a ground breaking biscuit (as ground breaking as biscuits can be) and here I am analysing orders during a bookbuild . Everything was ten times faster and I had to learn and do fast! I was part of an amazing team of mostly Brits and Eastern Europeans so I got to learn about different cultures as well.
By the time I came back to South Africa, I had grown and learnt so much! Those three months away felt like a year! I stayed in DCM, mostly doing deals for European clients which exposed me to a lot of different deals and taught me to manage workflow streaming from different time zones. I was starting to feel a bit more confident and comfortable in my new industry but still had this pressure that I needed to play catch up. My peers (the people I had graduated with) were three years ahead in their careers and even though I was doing pretty well and had received great opportunities through my work sponsors, I always had that at the back of my mind which stressed me out. I eventually adapted to “Own race, own lane” philosophy; to focus on my own journey, to embrace the choices I made and to find ways to improve myself holistically. Do I regret my decision? Not at all! I hear too often stories of people hating their jobs but not doing anything about it. Or some people who think they can’t follow a certain path because of the qualifications they hold or that it’s too late or that they are incapable. Incapable is simply an excuse we make when we’re too lazy to apply ourselves (note to self: stop that). If life is the sum of the parts of the choices we make then I’m pretty satisfied with mine; my life and choices.

Now in my fourth year in banking I can comfortably say that I am happy with the path I chose and didn’t wait 10 years to take the plunge and follow my heart. Eleven years ago I was busy with first year medicine thinking that I would be the next Dr. Quinn and here I am today crunching numbers when just four years ago I was munching biscuits.

That’s the story of my journey and I’m still on the road taking it one turn at a time.


 

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About the author:

Ziyanda Khumalo is a Johannesburg based Zulu girl, who is the reigning lip syncing champion in her neighbourhood and is an Investment Banker on the side. After spending three years as a Marketing professional, she decided to take a leap of faith and pursue a career in the financial industry. She can survive on minimal sleep provided she is fed ice cream at regular intervals. She is passionate about education and enjoys reading, working out and writing about stuff that is on her mind.

Twitter: @zeezilz || Instagram: @ziyandak || Blog: http://themegazeen.blogspot.com/

Navigating Corporate Bullshit- as a (black) female

You know you are borderline old when things you learnt in PSYCH101 in first year of university eleven years ago start making sense? (Lol). One of many Sigmund Freud theories is that; your conditioning as a human being, your experiences between the ages of 1-5 years old are the most important in shaping the human being you become at a later stage in life.

When I think back to what I (can possibly) remember for most of my life, being raised by a single parent- my mother, brother, aunts and uncles in my immediate space adored me. I had (have) a number of nicknames, I was incredibly shy growing up and I found joy in doing things for others. Now- what kind of an adult do I believe this has turned me into?… A love-full, conscientious, serving human being where this is required of me.

Let us talk a bit about work spaces- you agree to signing an employment contract; which pretty much dictates how you will live your life over an agreed amount of hours over a certain time period of your life. We all know theory does not translate flawlessly into reality…not where human beings who are informed and conditioned by circumstances worlds apart from each other converge. BUT- this is where things like being “professional”, having a “corporate/organizational” culture, having “values” etc. comes into play. There are number of (BULLSHIT) issues that come with shared spaces where people who do not have shared values converge. This is why wars exist, this is why people form empires/cliques, this why “hierarchies” are (BULLSHIT) important.

Give someone who did not experience love growing up some authority over a combination of human beings and watch the movie unfold…just watch. You know, I attended a gathering an evening not too long ago, and a lady said: “the way we are raised and conditioned as black (females) folk, does not prepare us for (white) corporate spaces…we do not speak up, we use respectful prefixes to the names of elders like we do at home (uncle this, aunt this, sis that, ma that)…”…my interpretation of this anecdote is- whilst trying to climb this monstrously steep mountain thing (called corporate), as black folk (regardless of background), your starting point is equivalent to carrying say six- to- ten of those large travel suitcases; what we call “umthwalo” in the Nguni dialect. Now- every single person has a perception about you, every single person shares these perceptions with people they trust who share it with people they trust and in no time…a stew of perceptions has brewed about any and everybody in this organisational/corporate space you all have to share.

How does one genuinely lead or be genuinely led when we are operating off:

1. Childhood construction (playing out)
2. Different loads “imithwalo” (we are each carrying)
3. Perceptions (right or wrong)

What has completely thrown me off in my seven years of working (five in two different corporates and two in a small enterprise) is that this type of behaviour is projected by the majority of individuals you meet in organisation/corporate spaces; by individuals at all levels. Now remember- there is a perception that individuals at different levels of the corporate food chain behave differently. This is where I always go wrong in life- it does not mean the higher you go the better the behaviour up the corporate food chain (oooh child!)…HUMANS!

FUN FACTS:
– I am a sensitive person; this does not make me a weak person
– I do take the other persons mental and emotional space into account before I open my mouth
– I am aware of some of the perceptions people (in corporate) have about me
– I am exhausted of the insensitive BULLSHIT that comes with organisational spaces

Give a loving, intelligent (not necessarily intellectual), ambitious, self-actualised person power and give a non-loving, intelligent, ambitious, non self-actualised person the same power and observe how the scenarios play out. You know how people can “tell” at first engagement whether a couple is genuinely happy or whether a home is a loving versus a cold home-in the same vein, environments that these two different type of humans “lead”/”steer” is distinct.

A peer who works in a different company in the same industry (financial services) was sharing her experiences with her boss; she said: “before each meeting, he asks me and encourage me to have 3-5 key speaking points in the meeting, he will then expand on my points by saying as *To add to what *Lizeka said, I think…, he refers to me as *his colleague in meetings, not as *this is the girl that works for me…”…the rest of us who were listening to her speak- eyes popped out and jaws almost on the floor had never experienced such…well I had experienced a similar leadership style twice before in my seven years of working.

Tell me; why do tertiary institutions and society mainly gear us up to enter into a workforce where we will encounter mental and spiritual abuse on a daily basis?…*White people do not view you as equals, senior people do not take you seriously because you are “young and inexperienced”, other black women see you as “useless” because you happen to know less than them in certain instances…why do we put ourselves through this?…why?…

The only things in my survival kit in seven years are:
– I come from love and nothing, no one, no experience will change my true nature,
– Find a mentor who is: present for your growth, for guiding you and supporting you in dealing with challenges that are a part of navigating life, who will connect you to opportunities he/she may feel you are ready for,
– Have a friend/colleagues that lighten the load and remind you of: who you are, your dreams and goals and that everything is a temporary state.

Honour your truth dear friends, be cautious how you make others feel with your words and actions; especially when roles of a higher order are bestowed upon you.💫