My schooling was conducted with minimal facilities.
The primary school I attended, Astra Primere (afrikaans for primary) was a typical "coloured"
school where everything was taught in afrikaans and the history...well let's just
say that "Die Groot Trek" was the highlight of my history lessons.
I was always a fan of maths, due to the genes and the diet my family nourished me with.
It was however the wishes of my father that we learn Afrikaans as our first language.
It was a contentious topic betwen mom and dad which my dad clearly dominated.
I guess it's safe to also say that at the time it seemed like a good idea.
We were surrounded by a majority of Afrikaans speaking people in our commuinty.
I have no regrets about this though, I'm still proud of what my parents have accomplished,
and how they've managed to nurture us as individuals with no limits to language or culture.
I'm the youngest of seven and am and have always been in a very comfortable
position in terms of my exposure to the world.
My cultural heritage was however enriched with westernised classifications of
society and my parents made it a priority to promote schooling to us by equating
intelligence with the benefits of healthy food.
My contact with my peers; friends and relatives and my elders; aunts, uncles
and the elder friends of my parents was where the bulk of my societal knowledge
originated. I was the youngest and always accompanied my parents to visits to
their friends and relatives' houses. This is where I would either have tea with the
elders or play in the backyard with the other kids. I still vividly recall all the games
and mischief we got upto. The good old days.
I'm now ultimately, a product of the style and quality of interaction I had with all
of those people who essentially created the multi-coloured world I now live in.
It is from my family and friends that I come. Now I'm going places I never knew
were accessible or even obtainable by me. Due to the friends and relatives that I've
had the pleasure to mingle with, I can now gaze upon how limitless my options are,
and how much more I still have to learn about those I met as a child.
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