Before the car ride, law was my only option. I was certain about it. On that particular day, my dad asked me if I had ever considered journalism. He had spent 18 years of his life working at the SABC, so all I thought was; of course he would want me to end up there too, but he didn’t push me. Instead, his question made me do some research on the profession, and this research opened my eyes to what role the journalism profession actually played in my life. I soon realised that Journalism actually gave me life. Journalistic work is what allows me to do what I enjoy and to experience a different form of learning which I enjoyed much more than sitting in a classroom of 16 students, same people, same drama, same chit chat. I fell in love with law first, and ever since then my love for it has never changed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love another. Of course my grandmother has not always been certain about law because she feels that it is a dishonest profession. However, I know the kind of lawyer that I want to be.
Yes I want to make money, I mean we all need to make a living don’t we?
I feel I have a social responsibility towards the people of my country, we all have a responsibility towards one another, and it’s how we co-exist isn’t it? Journalism added passion to this notion of co-existence, the kind of passion gathered from watching a documentary such as “Cry Freedom” and “For Neda”; and no I’m not dwelling on the past. My dad being a man of the struggle thought he should open my eyes to what life was like in his day and what the struggle really meant; so yes he had me watch a documentary, or two; okay maybe a few. On can’t watch a documentary such as “For Neda”, or one about girls as young as 12 being illegally married off to older men in Indian villages and not be moved, and not be motivated to make a difference in the world. Things like this made me realise that although the world wars are over, there is a different was that we’re fighting now and it’s a war for humanity.
I am very aware that I alone cannot change the world, but instead of turning a blind eye like many of us tend to do; I can do something for a change. I don’t just want to be somebody, I want to help somebody too; and I want to be one of those who fight for change in a damaged world. The biggest change that I would like to see is justice and the restoration of humanity; and in this war for justice and humanity; journalism and law are my driving force because I’m not fighting with weapons but rather fighting with knowledge. And no, my dad did not force me into journalism; he introduced me to a strategy which would help me in my quest; so I guess daddy knows best; well at least I know mine does.