Privilege Must Fall
What I appreciate about the process of growing up is that one is perpetually forced to refer to the past in order to make sense of the present and what lies ahead. The recent mass revolt against annual high tuition fee increases by tertiary students in South Africa is goose-bump inspiring to say the least. For me, it brings to light, once again, multilayered questions and concerns that have often plagued my thoughts over the past few years of my mental metamorphosis. These thoughts have led me to conclude for instance, that my money will not pay for my child to go through private school. In fact, I would rather he goes through public schooling. People often gasp in disbelief when share this thought with them. This is the same disbelief some expressed when I said I would a deliberate effort to teach my son to speak only siSwati and other African indigenous languages before he attempts the English language. I acknowledge the incredulity expressed by others over my views on pr