7 October 2017

Hey Orsen! Where Are You? What Are You Doing?

24th September 2017 marked 3 years since I quit my job as a banker in Botswana and I’ve never been happier in life. I’ve shared about it in more detail 2 years ago when I started this blog à

I’m now back in Asia, my first ever visit was in 2007, then I  was a student in Malaysia, everything was easy as it was all handled by my sponsor, now I am on my own and it a LOT OF WORK. And of course people are asking questions on how I managed to comeback to ASIA (I wonder if those who never went home get the questions as well) Gazillion questions like:

Where are you? What are you doing there? How did you get there? How does it feel to be a minority there? What do I need to be there? Is it safe? Aren’t those people racist? Is it easy to get a job?

Questions? Questions? Questions?

Honestly, sometimes it doesn’t bother me and I don’t blame them, I would ask too. So, Finally, here I are, addressing all of them and feeding all the critics and those sneaky bastard as to where I am and of course part of what I do, come on, you can’t serve a strangers your best wines unless you have a much finer one brewing in the cellar. I swear this will always be my go to post if someone throws one of those questions, I don’t know how many times I had to answer them but today is the last time.

Towards the end of 2014, I packed my bags and flew to Thailand, see why I keep saying it’s good to be single? I had no worries about a single thing when I packed my bags besides my family of course, it wasn’t like the first time I left them I came back before, nope gake moeriko (I’m not a prodigal son).

Thailand, touched based. The first few months of course I indulged in everything that is Thailand touristy. It was during my excursions that I met expats who lived in Thailand and guess what they were doing? TEACHING

I dug deep to understand the hype, NOPE I had no desire to go back home yet.
1. I had no job to go back to 2. I had sold everything back home.
January 2015, the journey began, all of what is to become what I am now. All came at a price, being it money, sacrifices, emotional hurt, struggles, you name it, shit that a true hustler goes through, ask one, they will break it down for you.

So I enrolled into a TEFL course, YES, being an ESL teacher in Asia is like THE WAY OF THE BOSSES, quite a lucrative and easiest job to get (well, not as easy when you are a shade darker, but it’s easier than the other industries.) Imagine a Financial Risk Management Banking & Finance Graduate with 3 years’ experience in Accounting studying to become an English teacher, Hahaha Unbelievable right? Well it happened, 2 years 10 months later I am still in ASIA as both an Online and in classroom ESL teacher.

Was it easy? Definitely not!! It wasn’t and still isn’t. Being black with an African passport is never easy out of the African soil. Your worth is judged based on the shade of your skin and worse by the passport you hold, ESL employers here don’t really give a rat shit if you are qualified or not, yep that is the shit we deal with all the time.

Is it easy to get a job? I still reference to the point above, the shade of my skin, so you can do the math. One has to work EXTRA hard to get a proper job or settle and be exploited. I have had my fair share so did some of my African friends here, well there are some who really got lucky.

Is it safe? Play by the rules, don’t fuck up then you are safe. As compared to Malaysia, Hell yeah it is, I can walk to a convenient store without any fear, I got robbed more times in Malaysia than I did in Botswana and none in Thailand.

Why Am I still here? Listen, despite all the setbacks, I must say this place makes one work beyond their capabilities, there is something about the air that makes you want to do more and push yourself beyond your imagination, you go far beyond your comfort zone. There are a lot of opportunities, you just have to be VERY hungry, aggressive, resilient and smart.

I have never in my wildest dream thought I would one day be a teacher, I guess sometimes we can never run away from destiny (well, whatever it is). I feel very much free and enjoy the ride. Yes, had I known, I could have done this sooner, but nope!! I guess the timing wasn't right.

To get where I am now, my friends and family can attest that I had to go through shit, A WHOLE LOT OF SHIT it wasn't fun but I am very grateful because that has laid down a foundation of what I believe is to be great. I am very excited for the future, where am I headed next? I don’t know yet, but wherever the wind blows and it feels right I am in.

Take a chance in life that ONE CHANCE might be the GREATEST decision you've ever made in your life.

Signing out
 Mr Orsen Pepe
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  1. Wow. Great read. Quite similar to my journey.
    I read somewhere you were in Hanoi for a while? Have you thought of coming back to Vietnam?

  2. How has your journey been? Yes I was in Hanoi I wouldn't consider moving back to work but for a visit I would definitely do it. Are you thinking of going to Vietnam?


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