I came with a promise

I came with a promise.
A degree. A career. A life of meaning.

At the Canadian Embassy, they said I’d just need to adjust — that I’d be teaching again soon.

But no one said adjustment could take years.
No one said I’d be cleaning up after someone else’s broken life while mine quietly fell apart.
No one said the price — or that it might never be worth it.

I didn’t come here empty. I came with skills, purpose, and a promise made by a country that said: you belong.

What they didn’t say was that the door would be half-open — and walking through it would cost me years of erasure.

Back home, I was someone.
I came from an established middle-class family.
I taught at a respected high school. I had a voice.

Then I moved to Canada —
And became a babysitter for an alcoholic and a displaced child,
Scraping by on wages that barely covered food.

That’s when I learned:
The system isn’t broken. It’s built this way.

I built Boondock Rebel because I couldn’t stay quiet while the systems — from city hall to corporate boardrooms — keep failing the people they’re meant to serve.

I don’t have all the answers.
But I do have questions.

And I believe asking them — publicly, relentlessly — might just build something better.

Boondock Rebel is where I call out the bullshit:

• The policies that don’t work
• The fake leadership
• The performance culture that tells you to smile while you starve

I’m not here to go viral.
I’m here to tell the truth — one post at a time.

We live in a world where the emperor has clothes.
At least, that’s what we’re told.

But I see what’s not there.
And I’m done pretending otherwise.

Boondock Rebel is where I stop playing the game.
Where I write what I see.

No performance.
No polish.
Just brick-by-honest-brick truth.

I’m tired of being gaslit by systems never built for people like me.
This is where I lay the bricks.

Maybe I build a house.
Maybe we rebuild a world.

If you’ve ever been sold a promise and handed silence —
This space is yours too.