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I was raised up by my grandmother (Hleziphi Christinah Gumbi) in her house in Zola (Soweto). We were such a big family, in such way even today, I still find it difficult to count the number of people who have stayed in my grandma’s house. I think it was due to the group areas act that forced my grandma to allow any of our relatives who were mainly coming from Natal and their friends to stay in our home as there was no other alternative to find any other accomodation.
My grandma being a staunch Roman Catholic Church follower, insisted that I should attend school in one of the Catholic schools. The nearest to us was St Mathews R.C School in Rockville, the one next to Regina Mundi Church. That is were I attended my schooling from 1968 up until 1976 when Soweto school children decided to take a stand against Afrikaans being made the primary medium of instruction in our schools, which eventually lead into protest against racism and oppression of the black nation by the minority unelected rulers of that time.
Like most parents at that time who were concerned about their children’s safety, she decided to send me to a Roman Catholic school in Natal (Wesselsnek - next to Waschbank) in October 1976.
My grandma being a staunch Roman Catholic Church follower, insisted that I should attend school in one of the Catholic schools. The nearest to us was St Mathews R.C School in Rockville, the one next to Regina Mundi Church. That is were I attended my schooling from 1968 up until 1976 when Soweto school children decided to take a stand against Afrikaans being made the primary medium of instruction in our schools, which eventually lead into protest against racism and oppression of the black nation by the minority unelected rulers of that time.
Like most parents at that time who were concerned about their children’s safety, she decided to send me to a Roman Catholic school in Natal (Wesselsnek - next to Waschbank) in October 1976.
Welcome. Yes it is funny how time flies. Not so long ago I was a small boy growing up in Soweto eZola. Life was fine, I was care-free and all I cared about was playing with my friends. My childhood memory is filled with clear pictures of my friends with whom I shared my experiences.
A picture of my granny
Evening though life was different and somehow difficult in Natal, I met quite a number of brilliant and focused people who made a good impression in my life.
To be continued
To be continued
