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The long road to law

Nobody handed me this LLB. It was carried, one season at a time, from a small classroom in Limpopo to a graduation stage at UNISA — through dusty school halls, late retail shifts, five rejection letters, and the quiet, stubborn belief that justice should be within reach of ordinary South Africans. This is that road.

1. Mpheleng Primary School — where the foundation was laid

   Before there were case names or statutes, there were the basics: how to read a sentence carefully, how to sit still and listen, how to arrive prepared even when nobody was watching. Those small habits became the spine of everything that followed.

2. Sebakanaga Secondary — the first time I found my voice

   I joined the school's debate team not knowing what to expect. In my very first debate I was named Best Speaker — number one. Walking back to my seat, I realised words could carry weight, and that a well-built argument can shift a room. That single moment quietly redirected my life.

3. Moutse Community Radio — speaking to a public, not a panel

   Representing the school on community radio meant strangers across the district were listening. It taught me to slow down, to choose words that respect the other side, and to keep my nerve when the red 'on air' light came on. To this day, I argue the same way: firmly, but with respect.

4. Liliesleaf Farm, Rivonia — the day law became a calling

   Chosen on History results to visit Liliesleaf, the farm at the centre of the Rivonia Trial, I stood in the very rooms where ordinary people had risked everything so that one day a child like me could be free to argue in a courtroom. Something settled in me there. Law stopped being an idea and became a duty.

5. 2014 — Matric, and elected LRC President

   In my final year of school my peers elected me Learner Representative Council President. I helped draft the LRC constitution, structures and rules of conduct still in use at the school today. It was my first lesson in something that has guided me ever since: good rules, fairly applied, can change how an entire community treats one another.

6. Ten years on the shop floor — McDonald's, Shoprite, Cash Crusaders, Boxer

   While many of my classmates went straight to university, I went to work. Nearly a decade across four major retailers — early mornings, late nights, demanding customers, real conflict, real consequences. I learned to defuse a tense till point, to listen before I responded, and eventually to stand up and represent my colleagues in internal disciplinary hearings at Boxer Superstores. Long before I held a degree, those years taught me what most law schools cannot: how working South Africans actually live, and how badly they need someone in their corner.

7. Five universities. One ‘yes’. And it wasn't for Law.

   I applied to five universities for LLB and BEd. Only one came back with an offer — and it was for Education, not Law. It would have been the easier road to take. I didn't take it. In September 2018 I applied to UNISA, was accepted, and began the LLB in 2019. NSFAS came through with funding at the exact moment I needed it. I have never forgotten how close I came to never studying law at all.

8. Today — LLB graduate, UNISA alumnus, and only beginning

   I now hold the LLB I once feared might never come. I serve South Africans with the same access-to-justice conviction that started in a school debate hall in Limpopo. I am working toward formal admission, and in the meantime I am building this practice — paralegal, compliance and community legal support — so that the next person who feels shut out of the system has somewhere to turn first.