I can’t believe he’s gone. I keep hoping that it’s a mistake or that I am having a bad dream.
In 2018, waiting for my uber outside Khanya House in Pretoria Central, I heard someone yelling my nickname. When someone yells out your nickname, you know that it’s somebody that knows you from way back.
It was him in his fancy car, sticking his head out, looking all suited up and proper. I had to cancel my uber and let him drive me home as instructed. He grilled me for no reason nje, just being a big brother.
Had I known that I was seeing him for the last time, I would have listened more and talked less. I probably would have given him the phone numbers of the person he wanted to reconnect with. I should have told him how proud I was of him and his achievements.
I gave him such a hard time back at varsity, he was our RA at Malherbe Residence. He was no angel by any stretch of the imagination but I put it down to immaturity. Whether he ever outgrew it or not, is a question for another day.
He made it all the way to Director. Talk about starting from the bottom, and working your way up.
African child, it is attainable. He is from Ndwedwe, went to rural government schools. He managed to study at a previously white university just as we were gearing up for democracy. Experienced the common problems associated with the political transition, changing power dynamics and race relations.
He did his MBA at the same university, as he was climbing the corporate ladder. He was serious about self development and took no shortcuts to success.
I am so defeated right now.
Rest in Power Sbusiso Mthembu. Your great strides live on. 😭