Nobody likes to be judged, and for this reason I like to challenge myself to assume that whatever I think about anybody is wrong, and instead get to know the person who is right in front of me. My past has a little to do with that.

I have dreadlocks, and because of this a number of people have thought that I was Jamaican, which is wrong. I cannot tell you how many times people have either tried to sell me weed, or offered me a joint, but I do not touch the stuff.

I have dreadlocks because of what they represent. When my dad was in college, the government of Botswana (my home country) had given him a full scholarship to study abroad. During this time, the decided to grow dreadlocks because he liked the look. The government did not like the look and threatened to cancel his scholarship if he did not cut his hair. He didn't comply, and they made his life difficult. He fought it until he won. My dad has had his dreadlocks for over thrity-five years now.

For me, my dreadlocks are a reminder to fight for what is right, and to never allow anybody to dictate what I must do with myself and my life. People don't see that. They see a Rastafarian, or a Jamaican, or someone who likes to smoke weed. They judge before they understand, and so I learnt to understand without judging, because everybody has something they can teach you, and my sticking a label on them, you risk missing the lesson you could learn.