Sibusiso
Banda
I
don’t remember much about days before 27 April 1994, when South Africans of all
races voted for the first time. I remember that my parents were excited about
going to vote, I just didn’t know why. I was four-years-old at the time.
My
story is that of post-apartheid challenges as I was being raised by my mother’s
wages from the domestic work she did. She was good at it to and always hard
working. Despite her circumstances that were never easy, I don’t remember my
mother requesting us to be anything more than ourselves. She never fantasised
about lawyers, doctors or accountants in the house. She knew that ours would be
a story of freedom of choice that black people didn’t have before and I have
exercised this choice by going to Tshwane University of Technology to study
journalism.
