They say you only realise what you had when it is gone.
No,
Gauteng really is not that bad, however, it is good to reflect on your origins every
now and again and recapture what was good.
Born in Newcastle, Kwa-Zulu Natal, I grew up in a
middle-sized town in the countryside. Surrounded by various peaks of the
beautiful Drakensberg range, this area is a treasure both for the nature lover
and the historian. Majuba mountain was frequented often, whether with family,
or not. The Ntendeka Wilderness Area visit cannot be forgotten, from grasslands
to astounding tropical forest. Dad being
an honorary forester; So I had ample opportunity to explore and enjoy the
outdoors.
Both primary and secondary schools were dual-medium, meaning
my English was nurtured from grade 1. Even so, I can only say that I learnt
English properly from grade 10, when a friend encouraged me to think in
English. However, university sorted out any issues that might have remained.
When starting grade 11, Dad took a giant leap to move to a
small company. This took the family to the southern suburbs of Johannesburg.
Once again we were fortunate to live close to nature; a beautiful stream across
the road and the Kliprivier Nature Reserve just down the road.
Merely two years later, the family moved to Cape Town
(surrounds). This gave me the privilege of studying at the University of
Stellenbosch; where I stayed for 10 years until I completed my PhD in
Electrical Engineering. Some say that I did not make the most of my
student years; being the typical "teacher pet" along with a desperate drive to reach my
goals.
Two things that I sorely miss are the open roads for cycling after work or over
weekends, especially the beautiful road up the Jonkershoek valley and my wonderful classical guitar teacher, the late Mr Dietrich Wagner.