TO ALL SOUTH AFRICANS AND THE PEOPLE OF MAKANA
I grew up under apartheid like any young African girl and at a very early age I experienced the ills of apartheid. I made a personal choice at the age of 13 and decided to join the struggle. I did this motivated by one thing and one thing only to play my part in bringing a change to a society and a people whose lives had been so dehumanized and I belonged with them.
I was a little fortunate than the rest of South Africans in that my father was a nurse so he could afford to put food on our table and he could even afford to provide security for my student loan to get admitted to Rhodes University.
I lost my mother at the age of 3 and I was raised by my father and he single-handedly raised me. He had great ambitions of what I would become and was a little disappointed when I chose to join the struggle as he had other plans for his little girl. He supported the struggle, make no mistake, but he just wished that given the repression that came with being an activist that it will not happen to his ‘little girl'.
I suffered in the hands of the apartheid regime as many activists did and in my matric year I spent 5 months in jail. I am sure many people suffered more than me and they were even killed in detention and for some families they still don't know how and where their children died or are buried.
My father instilled very strong values to my siblings and me. I remember in 1996 when I came home to show me the car I had bought (my first BMW) we invited the neighbours as it customary when a child achieves something in the African culture. When everybody left, he called me to a meeting and asked me one question - "where did you get the money to buy this car" He went on to say that Mntwanam (my child) whatever you do, never steal from your people. This is a statement that was so fundamental to whom I am and really shaped who I am and what kind of a public servant I am.