Nick Prinsloo 2/18/1975 68 Gordon Avenue Blairgowrie Randburg Gauteng South Africa 2194 Tel: 0716770291 E-mail: revnickp@gmail.com
SUMMARY
I finished school, sighed with relief, grew my hair, thought I was awesome, looked at the photos, realised I wasn't, went to the army, they cut the hair. Left the army, grew my hair again, still looked bad. Eventually shaved it. Much better. Had a ludicrous picture of a spider inked into the skin on my back. At least I can hide it. Bought a guitar. Studied computers, taught computers, worked on a bank's computers. Fell in love with a girl, she said yes. Felt a call to be a minister, said no. The call persisted; I said yes. Became a minister. Lived in a township. Argued with a Bishop. Fell in love with a 2.49kg baby boy. Immediately started going grey. Grew hair in my ears. Lived in Port Elizabeth. Discovered that the grass isn't always greener. Fell in love with a 2.0kg premature baby, adopted her. Was kept awake for 3 months by a screaming bundle of colic. Do you know what three months of sleep deprivation feels like? Best not to ask; I may get violent. We were rescued—God bless the man—by a chiropractor with massive hands. Moved to Cape Town. Lived on the wrong side of the railway tracks in a house with a bullet hole in the wall. Helped many people bury their loved ones. Got my honours degree in Theological Ethics; still trying to figure out what that means. Moved to the south of Johannesburg. Helped many people get married. Helped many people get buried. Needed help burying a friend. Bought another guitar. Didn't have enough money for the Ferrari so studied psychology instead. Diagnosed myself with ADHD. Wouldn't have it any other way. Got my honours degree in Psychology. Didn't go to the graduation. Grew a beard to look older. It worked. Moved to the north of Johannesburg. Taught Marketing Research to third year students; they did not get it. Taught Marketing Research to post-graduates; they did get it. Bought a ukulele and a bass guitar. Was invited to my twenty-year school reunion. Tattooed my wife and children's names on my leg. Got contact lenses. Realised my glasses made me look intelligent. Threw the lenses away. Bought a scooter. Go 85 downhill. Woohoo. The scooter was stolen. Sad face. Asked the church to stop driving people away and they tried to crucify me. Needed to convene my own disciplinary hearing as nobody would listen. I was exonerated but bitter. I withdrew from the church the day I saw Jesus, followed closely by the Holy Spirit, leaving. That was the day the words found me. That was the day the words came to my rescue.
EDUCATION
Introduction To Graphic Design , Certificate Shaw Academy
2016 - 2016
Photography , Certificate Shaw Academy
2016 - 2016