Would love to hear what Shaka and Mshoza have to say and what Biko thinks of today's black youth...

*calls-plastic-surgeon

I have always summed up my high school experience as a ‘5 year sentence’. Maybe it was because I never really liked my high school. A compete contrast to the 5 year before that. This place lined us in rows to check our prison uniforms; the word ‘mandatory’ was daily bread; the warders (prefects) walking around all-high-&-mighty with their burrowed authority looking for any fault to send to the hole (detention); sardine-packed in the hall and forced to sing monotonous old English hymns (zero chanting – no clapping – no step – no ‘Amen Bazalwane!’ – nothing!!! Zero!!!); and forced to into weird sports. In 1999 walking around Tembisa with a hockey stick meant you had some answering to do.

However, tertiary was different. I am fully behind your stance for creating a study-partnership relation. My father cemented my study-partnership relationship. He made sure that I was aware of how bad Midrand University (now Midrand Graduate Institute – ek is n Grootman) was denting his pocket. “Hayi, le IP (he meant IT) yakho!!!”

Today I think that was necessary considering the differences between the “Edenvale Correctional Services” and the “Garden of Midrand”. There are lesser rules and you have to be disciplined by yourself. You are in charge and tertiary has ways… things… something… that can have you forget why you there in the first place. Nothing worse like sobering up (pun intended) a week before exams – so I agree with everything Tebogo said.

“shela is’gila – coma is’gila – trou is’gila & uzoba’Grand.

Good luck to everyone including my nephew who started serving his 12 sentence this year… harde ntwana maar uzoba’Grand.