Medical, Healthcare and Pharmaceuticals
When a new Governing Board was elected in 2014, I declined nomination. I made it clear to members, that after serving, as chairman, for so many years, I didn't want to die in the post, like most African leaders. So I declined the nomination. I wanted to serve as an ordinary member.
In Service Trainee | Legal Practice | Professor Mdletshe & Associates
Durban, South Africa | May 2013 - December 2013
Law Practice and Legal Services
After winning Umlazi Cas 435/5/2013, beating Captain Jacobs and Colonel Singh, both working at Umlazi police station, in their Crimen Injuria case, I then wanted to sue them and the state for wrongful arrest and malicious prosecution. I then took my case to my attorney, Mr. Richard Donachie. After keeping it for some time, he said, since he would need about R15, 000.00 for his expenses, there would be nothing left for me. He then decided not to continue with the case. I then took my case to Professor Lindokuhle Mdletshe.
As we talked about this case, Mdletshe was very impressed with my knowledge of law. We then discussed the possibility of working together. I then decided to do my in service training under his supervision. I preferred in service training to serving articles. While there I became sick. When I became sick, I took a break.
Chairman of the Governing Board | Health | Prince Mshiyeni Memorial Hospital
Umlazi, South Africa | January 2008 - November 2014
Medical, Healthcare and Pharmaceuticals
I was actually invited by Mr. Wendy Majola, who is one of the officials at Prince Mshiyeni Memorial Hospital, to become a member of the Prince Mshiyeni Memorial Hospital Board. Once here, I was elected as the first Chairman of the Governing Board. I occupied this position until a new Board was appointed in November 2014.
Needless to say, my responsibility is to head the government of the hospital, on behalf of the ministry, while the CEO heads the management of staff and is responsible for daily activities.
When I joined the governing board, we worked under Mrs. Peggy Neliswa Nkonyeni as the MEC for health. Later she was replaced by Dr. Sibongiseni Dhlomo. As Board Chairman, I have a direct line to the MEC.
Consumer Goods, Fashion and Retail
My hotel, KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL, was registered as Dukamenzi Lodge cc. Dukamenzi is an acronym from Thembeka’s children, namely Sdu, Khanya and Menzi. Thembeka is my ex-wife, who now lives in America with these three children. The local people, on the other hand, did not heed the name Dukamenzi. Even though the four roomed, Apartheid house, they used to know, had been transformed into a hotel, they continued to use the name KWARUSH, to refer to my place. Literally translated, KWARUSH means Rush’s residence. Rush is my nickname, which has now become a brand name.
Initially KWARUSH was an ordinary or typical Apartheid four-roomed house, similar to those of the neighbors’. This was, originally, a home for Thandiwe and her late brother, Solomuzi, with their mother, my first ex-wife, Bella Busisiwe Magagula of Barberton, in Mpumalanga province. In these premises, the following children of mine were born here: Solomuzi Clement, Siduduziwe Sdu and Ntombizethu Zethu Nomonde.
The provision of accommodation, to outsiders, began when the Mangosuthu University of Technology students, with the help of the late warden, Mrs Mhlophe Edith Bhengu, had to be accommodated here, in 1993. Mrs Bhengu, coincidentally, was the mother of my daughter, Smangele Wendy, who was born out of wedlock, in October 4, 1962. Later, the four-roomed house was extended and outbuildings were added to it, until it became a triple story building, which it is now. When we stopped catering for student accommodation needs, accommodation was later extended to the local residents and guests, too, in a bed and breakfast capacity.
When the Umlazi Tourist Guild (headed by Mr Lucky Luthuli, principal of the Commercial and Technical High School (COMTEC) was formed, in the early 90's, the idea of establishing Bed and Breakfasts in uMlazi, was mooted. When I had failed to run the student accommodation facility, the Bed and Breakfast option became a more viable alternative. Since I was on and off the premises, most of the time, the late Mr William Bhoyi Skhosana, his wife, Thoko and children, Nizo, Lindiwe, Lucky and Zanele, who lived on these premises since 1989, looked after the premises as caretaker tenants. Because of the contribution of the Skhosanas, as my caretakers, it is for this reason, that the block, or unit they later occupied, is named after them, that is, the SKHOSANA BLOCK (SB BLOCK). KWARUSH is, undoubtedly, the first bed and breakfast to be built in Umlazi. It was, however, opened after Ndonga B & B, which was owned by Mrs Peggy Mkhwanazi. The latter, however, opened hers, after consulting me for advice.
It is in the year 1999 that I felt I had to embark, seriously, on the project of going all the way, with the idea of establishing a hotel, the construction, of which was completed in 2003, by a Mozambican builder, Amos.
To acquaint myself about the township tourism business, I travelled to Soweto, in Johannesburg and Cape Town, to see what was going on there. When I returned home, my vision became clearer. I wanted to come up, with a structure that had never been seen before, or, perhaps, dreamt of, in any of the South African townships.
To address my career hurt, I felt that my hotel would give me an opportunity to show case my creativity and managerial abilities that many South Africans were denied, when I was maliciously elbowed out of the Education field that I had served since January 13, 1962.
The motive for building the hotel, in uMlazi, and not in the city, was to make a statement about Rush as a visionary, who wanted to share his vision with his people, where they are, contrary to the present trend, where the Blacks, who have made it, are migrating to white suburbs. We could, therefore, say it was more of a principle that steered the “American trained academic”, as some of the local newspapers used to call me, rather than profit, to the attainment of this goal. My vision will be seen in the structure and services offered at this hotel, many years after I shall have departed from this planet.
In passing I wish to mention that the four roomed structure, later, became the home for Siduduziwe (Sdu), Nokukhanya (Khanya) and Menzi, and their mother, Thembeka, from 1974. Khanya is, presently, a Hollywood film star, while Menzi is a rapper in Philadelphia.
Although there is a professional architect involved in the drawing of KWARUSH, with my knowledge of blue print reading, which I acquired at Connelly Community College, in Pittsburgh, Pa., I chopped and changed a lot of the drawing, while the building was under construction. Even the furniture used and a lot of the décor, is all my design. I hope that my international guests, in particular, will appreciate my efforts, as I present, to them, the Umlazi township experience.
In continuing with the bed and breakfast concept, I felt that my Glenmore residence, due to its proximity to educational and medical institutions, would serve a useful purpose in accommodating visiting professors and students of the University of KwaZulu Natal. It would also help to serve the staff and guests of Chief Albert Luthuli Hospital. It would therefore serve as the extension of KWARUSH.
Further, guests who, for some reason or another, wanted to have the experience of living with Black people, but not in a township, would find this accommodation most appropriate. KWARUSH concept, therefore, is a combination of western as well as African lifestyles, as township or “ekasi” life style truly is. KWARUSH does not only provide accommodation only, in twenty rooms. It has a tuck shop (kiosk), tavern, internet cafe/hairdressing salon, a bar, a kitchen and a conference hall.
When the employees of the kiosk stole about R1, 000 000.00 for eThekwini Municipality electricity tokens, the municipality punished me by transferring this debt to the hotel water, electricity and rates account, resulting in the shutting down of the municipality water and electricity to the hotel. Curiously the hotel, which was now punished, is another company, another legal entity, which was not involved in the contract to sell tokens, ab initio. Without electricity, and water, it was difficult to run the hotel.
Consequently, the business, which was doing well, suddenly collapsed. It then stood as a white elephant. It is for this reason that I took the decision to sell it.
Owner | Communication | Vodacom Community Phones
Durban, South Africa | 1999 - 2009
ICT and Telecommunications
I am among the first group, of the Vodacom Public Phone Operators, which was given Vodacom containers, to operate public phone business, here in Durban. I started with two containers. Later they increased to 5. These 5 Vodacom Public Phones, which I ran, were stationed in various spots in Umlazi. They were two in J Section and three at Mangosuthu University of Technology. I had another phone shop at KWARUSH. Since many people have cell phones, now, this business is no longer viable. While it did, it was very good. It was not impossible to make R3, 000.00 from each of the three containers at Mangosuthu University of Technology. The others made between R1, 000.00 and R2, 000.00 a day.
Managing Member | Retail | Umlazi Station Supermarket
Durban, South Africa | 1999 - 2009
Consumer Goods, Fashion and Retail
Originally, I never intended having this supermarket, which used to be run by Mr. Adolphas Mkhwanazi, and Simangele Goqo, among other people. It was given to me, by Business Partners, when Mr Simon Sokhela played games with me, as my manager, in Shop 8, in the same complex. This is the time, when he took over shop 7, at Umlazi Station Shopping Center, from the late Skhumbuzo Makhanya, which he had filled up, using my money from shop 8, in the same complex.
I took over this business in 1999, after the Mkhwanazis, like many other predecessors, had failed to run it. I remember, when I took over, other tenants asked me how I hoped to succeed, when known supermarket giants, like Adolphas Mkhwanazi, assisted by Sgwili Mkhwanazi, Smangele Goqo, and Gerty had failed. It took me about three months, thinking, if the decision to take over was a correct one.
When I took over, this supermarket had stayed vacant for many months, people being scared to run it. This supermarket has had many casualties. After taking some deep breath, I decided, I was going to operate it. Contrary to other previous owners, I decided to run it as a counter service, as against self service.
My supermarket did not open like most supermarkets, with massive introductory stock. I transferred the stock, from my shop 8, which had been run by Mr. Simon Sokhela, as a grocery shop. Consequently it started as a small counter service. As the business progressed, we kept buying more stock.
When I took over the supermarket, I was teaching at Mhawu High School. Since I was not interested in running any business, like Shop 8, I gave it to various people to run, like Mr Fulumani and his Mkhize girlfriend, who he introduced to me as his wife.
The turning point came when I was dismissed from work, on the 28th October 2002. At 62 years of age, I felt nobody could hire me. So I turned to my businesses, for source of income. Among the staff I hired, at one time, was Miss Sindi Mkhize, younger sister to Bongani Mhlongo’s wife, Thandi. Sindi was a qualified teacher, who, unfortunately, did not get a teaching post. I also hired Sibongile, alias, Mabongi Mkhize, and her sister’s daughter, Sizakele, from Mbali Township, in Pietermaritzburg. When I discovered that they constantly gave me a daily turnover of R1, 600.00 every day, I dismissed Sindi and transferred Mabongi and her cousin, to my tuck shop, (kiosk) at KWARUSH, where they were staying. I took Daphne Sibonisile “Tana” Mkhize from the kiosk, which was making about R3, 000.00 every day, to manage the supermarket. I then put Sbongile and Sizakele, in Tana's place.
From day one, Tana’s daily taking was more than R3, 000.00 at the supermarket. The takings at the kiosk dropped when the two ladies took over. Eventually, when it was obvious that Mabongi and her cousin, Sizakele, were stealing, they escaped, taking with them, a lot of money and liquor.
Initially they went to live with Mabuyi Mkhize and her younger sister, Gugu Mkhize, at No. 5, KwaDabeka. Here they spent some of the money, and the liquor they had stolen, with their boyfriends. Later, they left for Johannesburg.
The introduction of “Tana”, who was disliked by many of my relatives, into my businesses, was a blessing, as far as I was concerned. From the time she took over, there was no looking back, as far as the business progress was concerned.
When I was dismissed from work, I took a keen interest in running the business myself. Because we had a lot of feet going to the shop, we made a lot of money. That is why it was possible for me to build KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL, pay up my bond at Glenmore, and bought a new Nissan Hardbody car and other properties.
As I said before, this business changed many hands, before I took over its control. This is because I was really not interested in running businesses. One of the people, I still remember is Mr Fulumani, a former detective, who presented himself to me, as having married a Mkhize woman, with whom they ran the supermarket. I discovered, after they had separated, that this was his girlfriend. In an aborted buying arrangement, with Fulumani and his girlfriend, I got property at P Section Umlazi (ERF 1516, No. 12 Stebela Lamula Place). This property used to be registered in Fulumani’s “wife”. My lawyer, Lushen Pillay, got money, which they had left with him, when the sales transaction collapsed.
In 2005, after Tana and I had succeeded in running the supermarket, I accidentally discovered that Tana was stealing a lot of money, too. I had to dismiss her, instantly, when I discovered that, over and above the money she had stolen, she had organized an armed robbery with her boyfriend, Mr Mashasha, who was a known rogue in Umlazi and Umbumbulu, where he came from.
The dismissal of Tana, was the beginning of my downfall. From the time she left, I discovered that all my employees were stealing. Tana had, however, been successful in controlling stealing. She prevented other workers from stealing, while she helped herself to my money alone.
When I failed to control the stealing, I then handed over this supermarket business and Shop 8 to my son’s mother, Miss Ningi Irene Zondi, who was employed as a teacher, at KwaNdengezi. I gave her the two businesses, on two conditions, namely, she was to resign her teaching job, because she couldn't run the businesses by remote control. The second condition was, she was to maintain me, until I died.
The arrangement of handing over my businesses to Ningi, proved to be a blunder on my part. First, she didn’t resign, as promised. Secondly, it led to my downfall. When I was down and out, she told me, she didn't resign because I had not married her. The marriage, to which she was referring, is something she never told me as a precondition, when I gave her my businesses. She also failed to maintain me, as promised. When I was really down and out, she turned her back towards me.
While the Shop 8 employees were constantly stealing the money for eThekwini Electricity tokens, and the Lottery money, things became worse, in 2006, after “Tana” had left and Ningi was in control. I understand Miss Phindile Ndobe, who was my supervisor at the KWARUSH KIOSK, came over and taught my employees, here, how to steal the eThekwini Municipality money. Like she, they also stole about R1, 000 000.00. In all, eThekwini Municipality lost about R2, 000 000.00 from my two businesses. This money is attracting monthly interests.
The municipality responded by shutting down electricity, not in Shop 8, where the incidence happened, but at the Umlazi Station Supermarket cc. They punished a supermarket, which was an independent business, for the mistakes of a sole propriety, Mona Lisa Tuck Shop, in Shop 8. At the hotel, I had signed a contract to sell electricity in my personal capacity, because it was before I had established the Dukamenzi Lodge cc. So when they shut down all electricity and water, eThekwini Municipality did not punish my sole propriety, which had signed the contract, but Dukamenzi Lodge cc (KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL). As a result of the punishment meted out to my most viable two businesses, UMLAZI STATION SUPERMARKET and KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL, I became bankrupt.
What hurts more is that the two uMlazi police stations have refused to investigate the two fraud cases, namely Umlazi Cas 670/12/2009 and Bhekithemba Cas 87/10/2010, with impunity. They give no reasons for refusing to act. The Umlazi Station Supermarket fraud case was opened by Ningi Zondi, who was in charge. Even the Senior Public Prosecutor, Mrs. Kubashnee Naidoo, was not willing to take the case to the courts.
After Ningi had failed me, I invited my other son's mother, Andile;s mother, Mrs. Nompumelelo Gwyneth Dlungele - Shezi, to take over. She ran this business further down. When I complained, she took all the stock, mine and hers and left.
I then took over. For some time I worked with Miss Biziwe Dlangamandla, from Lesotho. She is a former University of KwaZulu - Natal student and Sdu's friend. That combination did not work. She invited her friend from Lesotho. Together, having been joined by Menzi Daniels, Nizo Skhosana's son, escaped with my stock and opened their business, not far from mine. They failed to run this business, and they returned to Lesotho.
I then invited Sibongile Mthembu from 4156 Msani Place, Lamontville. When, after a few days of opening, I observed she was stealing a lot too, I closed the shop. She blamed Nizo Skhosana's son, Menzi, and Nokuphiwa Mngoma for the loss of stock. I decided to close the supermarket. I thought she was going to leave me and return to her home, in Lamontville. To my surprise, she didn't leave.
Later on, I decided to reopen the supermarket shop. To the existing stock, I added stock for R60, 000.00. I ran the shop for a few days, ringing the till, myself. When I was happy that the shop was doing well, I quit, and allowed Sibongile to take over, again, giving her the second chance. Soon after she had started, again, I got Nompi Khumalo to assist me, as a cashier. Although I proved that she was stealing, she was very careful that she stole alone. Unfortunately, she, too, when she left, I lost a lot of money and stock. After she had lost, I returned Sibongile Mthembu to run the shop. She ran it alone, this time. She, again, ran it down.
My taking Sibongile to work at the supermarket proved to be another mistake I made. The sales and stock levels started to drop again. I learnt from my other workers that she used to be visited by her unemployed sons, especially her 1980 son, Mlungisi, who used to demand money from her. She ran the business down to such an extent that, later, it has become, post facto, her business. I didn't take a cent from her takings. I allowed her to run the shop alone and even to take the takings, just to allow the shop to stay open.
To prove to her that, every business makes profit, because he defense was always that there was no profit, I controlled only the sales of gas and cement. Even this money, she stole it. Sometimes she would come with stories that, the money was stolen when she was sweeping the floor. Sometimes she would come with a story that the stock was eaten by rats.
Not only did Sibongile steal the business money, she also poured for me love potions in the food she cooked for me. In the absence of my children and relatives, I have, helplessly, risked my life, by allowing her to be close to me. It is very obvious she only came to me for her personal gains. When I finally closed the supermarket, the stock money did not exceed R2, 000.00, from about R100, 000.00 worth of stock. I hate Sibongile, but I have no choice. I keep her against my will, as I have nobody else I can stay with, especially because I have many residences.
Teacher (Post Level 1) | Education | Mhawu High School
Durban, South Africa | June 1995 - October 2002
Academia, Education and Training
I was officially employed at Mhawu High School, on June 12, 1995, after being dismissed from Philip Kushlick School. Fortunately, despite my 1988 KwaZulu ban, Circular No. 20 of 1988, I got a job in education, in one of the KwaZulu Natal schools.
The late, the progressive principal of Mhawu High School, Mr Bongani Emmanuel Mhlongo, came to my rescue by hiring me at his school, as his “consultant” - a job he specially created, for me, in order, for me, to service the professional needs of his school. When he presented me to his Circuit Manager, Mr W Nyembe, probably observing my 1988 ban, refused to allow me to work in his district, however. So we had to go to the new M.E.C. for Education, Dr. Vincent Zulu, in Ulundi, with Mr Mhlongo. Dr. Zulu, knowing my successes and innocence, ignored Dr O. D. Dhlomo’s malicious 1988 ban, and he employed me. He promised me to stay at Mhawu, while he tried to get a more fitting post at Ulundi Head Office.
As a "consultant", my mandate was to help Mr Mhlongo to build the present double story buildings at Mhawu High School. I also designed a curriculum, which was supposed to be ideal for a Black high school student, in South Africa. Due to my dismissal, that curriculum, unfortunately, never saw the light. Further, I helped to organize the official opening of the school. In that ceremony, I was instrumental for the donation of a sheep, to the M.E.C, Dr Vincent Zulu, by Bongani's wife, Mrs Thandi Rosemary Ma Mkhize Mhlongo, and the production of a plaque in honor of Mr Mhlongo, who had just died, in 1996.
To comply with employment requirements, I taught English, first, to Grade 8 students, and later, to Grade 11 students. But before I left the school, however, I had no class to teach. I was paid for doing nothing, which was a psychological torture.
After Bongani’s death, I was subjected to a lot of humiliation, similar to what I went through, previously. Various unsuccessful attempts were made, by the Inkatha Freedom Party controlled Department of Education, to get rid of me, even though we were now in the new democratic dispensation. I was given final marching orders from the school, and from my career, as a whole, on the 28th October 2002. Curiously the Government Pension Administration Agency (GPAA) has my last day as 7th December 2000. No reason was stated for my dismissal. Curiously, even my dismissal letter was not dated, observed the sympathetic, but helpless principal, Mr Msizi W. Mbhele. Now when GPAA has my last date of employment, I understand the fraud of not putting my last date in my dismissal letter. I have also learnt that my file was taken by Miss P. B. Khumalo, and no one knows where she left it.
My union, Natal African Teachers’ Union (N.A.T.U.), through our Umlazi leader, Mr Mtshali, principal of Velabahleke High School, like the South African Democratic Teachers’ Union (S.A.D.T.U.) in Johannesburg, did not come to my rescue. I did not understand the reason for their unwillingness to help me. So I left Mhawu High School and my profession, this time, again, without the authorities following due process. My submission, therefore, is that the Department of Education erred, at law, in dismissing me, without following due process, and that they consequently have no prima facie case.
My dismissal letter mentioned two channels I could follow, if I was not satisfied with my malicious dismissal. Either, I had to go to the C.C.M.A. or make an appeal with the political leader, the M. E. C. for Education. Because my career was turbulent, due to my personal misunderstanding, for starters, with the politician, Dr O. D. Dhlomo, vide “Sunday Tribune” report by Mdu Lembede and Deon Delport, in June 10, 1990 associating Dr Dhlomo with my wife, I decided to seek a political intervention. For, inter alia, I wanted the politicians to apologize, to me, for all the political humiliation I received in the Department, since my arrival, from the U.S.A., in January 1982.
My unlawful dismissal from Mhawu High School, in October 28, 2002, marked the end of my teaching career, which had started in January 13, 1962. Curiously, Truro House has put my dismissal back to December 7, 2000. I am now aware that my file was destroyed. This was my second dismissal from this Department. In keeping with the letter of my dismissal.
I was given two alternatives for my appeal, either CCMA or a political route, the MEC for Education. Instead of approaching the CCMA, I decided to approach Professor G. Ndabandaba, who was the M.E.C. for Education then. I was given a date to see him, by his secretary. When I arrived in Ulundi, the secretary told me that he had forgotten to tell Professor Ndabandaba. So he rescheduled another appointment. That date of appointment never materialized, because Professor Ndabandaba was moved from that portfolio.
Later on, I approached another M.E.C. for Education, Advocate Ina Cronje, who told me that she was investigating my matter. She never came back to me, until she was removed from that portfolio.
In 2013, I approached Mrs Neliswa Peggy Nkonyeni, through her PA, Ms Phakamile Maphanga. Mrs Nkonyeni has shown eagerness to help me. Prior to this, I also tried to take my case of persecution, to other leaders, outside KwaZulu Department of Education. Presently my matter is in the hands of Adv. Bheki Masuku, assisted by Mr. Bafana Zwane.
Earlier on, when Advocate Selby Baqwa became the first Public Protector in South Africa, I also approached him, especially because he had inside information about my suffering, since he had handled the cases of my Appelsbosch College of Education students. I also approached Mr. Nelson Mandela with no response. At least his Minister of Education, Professor Sibusiso Bengu replied, but refused, point blank to help me.
My prayer, therefore, is that:
1. My constructive dismissal, at Appelsbosch College, in May 9, 1988, and later at Mhawu High School, on 28th October 2002, be declared null and void.
2. I be paid all my due retirement pension with interest and all my relevant benefits, from 1962 till my age of retirement.
3. The Department should tender an apology, to me, in the media for all the problems I suffered, due to Dr Oscar D Dhlomo’s sexual relationship with my ex-wife, Thembeka nee Hlatshwayo.
4. The Department should acknowledge all my achievements in education, in KwaZulu
5. Any other relevant rights due to me, to be observed.
Deputy Principal (Post Level 3) | Education and Training | Philip Kushlick School for Cerebral Palsy
Johannesburg, South Africa | June 1991 - September 1993
Academia, Education and Training
I came to Philip Kushlick School for the cerebral palsy, in 1991, after spending a semester at the Wits University Law School. I had to abandon my law studies, when I got a word, from the Dean’s Secretary that the Dean wanted to peruse my file. I then suspected that he had colluded with my previous employers, at Wits, against me. I was introduced, to the Afrikaner principal, of Philip Kushlick School, Mr Francois du Toit, by my former B. Ed degree student, at Wits University. Mr Paul Koopedi. Mr Koopedi who was an Inspector of schools, in Soweto and also a Chairman of Philip Kushlick school’s governing board.
When Mr S. Francois Naude's bosses, in Pretoria, heard that he had employed, a person, who was regarded as a persona non grata in KwaZulu, their satellite state, and therefore their adversary too, hell broke loose. So to correct Mr Naude's "mistake", in spite of all my experience and successes in educational administration, they said I was on probation, in this very junior post. The reason for this was to give themselves freedom not to confirm me, at the end of the so-called probation period, which they did. Mr Naude's bosses in Pretoria, also knew me very well, from the speeches I used to make in KwaZulu and throughout the country, as I was very vocal against the low education given to Black people in South Africa. While I was in this post, in this school, so close to them, they tried various means to flush me out of the profession, not just out of the school.
When I was at the school, the task I asked the principal to assign to me was Office Administration, leaving the principal to take care of educational leadership. In this arena, I introduced computers to the school. Even the principal became computer literate. Our relationship, with Mr du Toit, went so well that, unknown to me, he organized, one day, a party, in my honor, among his conservative Afrikaner neighbors, at Alberton. Here he sang praises of me as the best administrator he had ever come across.
I left the school in 1993 after Mr Naude had taken an early retirement. Eight years after my dismissal, when I had funds, I challenged my unlawful dismissal, at Johannesburg Industrial Court. I still remember the opposing advocate, Adv. Bantubonke Tokota. I lost an easy case on technical grounds; viz. the case was introduced on a wrong section of the Act, by my advocate. I did not have money to correct the so called mistake of my advocate, for which I was punished. My case therefore remained like that, to date. However, to date, I haven't been paid my pension. After this encounter, I returned to Durban. Before I left Johannesburg, I used to be trailed, 24/7 at my residence, by the regime's Battalion 42.
Lecturer (Post Level 2) | Education | University of the Witwatersrand
Johannesburg, South Africa | January 1989 - December 1990
Academia, Education and Training
After my friend and boss, the M.E.C. for KwaZulu Education and Culture, Dr Oscar D. Dhlomo, had constructively dismissed me, and banned me for life, in May 9, 1988, I was faced with a problem of getting another job, at a time when I was no longer a young man. I was 48 years of age, when he dismissed and banned me for life.
Because of the advice to relocate, an advice given to me by my attorney friend, Mr. Ernest Sipho Mchunu, I had to look for another job, outside KwaZulu Natal. Mr. Mchunu feared that the Inkatha people, who were alleged to be killing their opponents, would kill me, if I continued to live in KwaZulu Natal. Fortunately, at this time, Wits University’s Department of Education, was looking for somebody to start an educational administration wing. When the Dean of the Department of Education interviewed me, on the telephone, he asked me if I was an Inkatha Freedom Party member. When I replied that if I was, with my highest educational qualifications, in the province, I wouldn’t be out of job. So he accepted me.
At Wits University, I started the Educational Administration wing of the Department of Education, as explained, aquo. I taught the B.Ed. students. I also supervised masters’ and doctoral degree students. This means I trained school Heads of Departments, principals, college rectors, school inspectors, in fact, anybody who was involved in school or public administration, not only in Gauteng, but in South Africa.
I taught, at Wits University, with the likes of Prof. Mary Metcalfe, who was my junior then. During that time, she taught with a B.Ed. degree. While she taught, she was also studying a master’s degree, under her colleague. She was, I believe, one of the White expatriates from Rhodesia.
I was employed on a two year contract, which was subject to confirmation. When I started at Wits University, the Head of Department, Mrs Penny Enslin, was on sabbatical leave. When she arrived, it became clear that I was not the type of a lecturer she favoured.
I am saying this because, in this Department, the staff seemed to have been handpicked. There were two Black males, one of them a foreigner, from Mozambique, and the other, a Sotho speaking person, Mr. Nkatsha. The rest were Whites. The Dean, the Head of Department, and most of other Whites, were migrants from Zimbabwe, which was called Rhodesia then.
Most of the lecturers, here, were former students of the Department. In short, the standard of the teaching staff, at Wits University, was low, contrary to the perception of the community, that Wits University had high standards, and was jealously looked upon as a prestigious university. This university was manned by White liberals, who pretended to be nice to Blacks and were perceived, also by the Blacks, as such. Indeed, when Blacks got their independence, in 1994, the ANC took Mrs. Mary Metcalf, and made her the first MEC for education in Gauteng.
In other words, the Department consisted of staff, of loyal people, who were handpicked. Although I didn’t know all of them, it appeared as if they joined the staff with junior degrees. They did their masters, and doctoral degrees, that is, they improved their academic qualifications while teaching in the Education Department, at Wits University, being taught or supervised by their colleagues. Although I didn’t discuss this with anybody, in the Department, I was embarrassed to observe that the academic staff, at a prestigious Wits University, comprised such poorly qualified people. Out of the big staff here, I think there were about two or three people with Ph.D degrees. Hereunder are my observations in this Department.
In 1989, one post graduate Indian student, who was a Head of Department, at his school, approached me. He told me that he had heard from my students, how good a lecturer I was. So he asked me to promote his master’s degree thesis. I accepted his invitation. He then approached the Department of Education’s Head of Department, for her approval. Unfortunately, she told him that I was still very new at Wits, and, therefore, I did not understand Wit’s ways of doing things. So he was given a White lecturer, much junior to me in academic qualifications, to promote him.
Curiously, the person, who was appointed to promote him, came to me. He asked me to assist him. I agreed. But he never returned, to me, for any help. After this student had spent the whole year with this lecturer, he returned to me, in 1990. He was frustrated that he had spent the whole year, without achieving anything. So he asked me if I would still agree to help him. I agreed, pending the approval of Professor Penny Enslin. He went to Penny and threatened her that, if she didn’t allow me to supervise him, he would quit Wits University.
Professor Penny Enslin called me to her office. Once there, she told me to supervise that Indian student. I asked her why I would do that, when she had refused, in the first instance. She threatened that, if wanted to be considered for confirmation, as a lecturer, I should supervise the Indian student’s master’s degree. She then gave me a Hobson’s choice. I then agreed to take over his supervision.
Imagine, at Wits, I was about the highest qualified academic. The Education Department had employed, on a permanent basis, White kids. Yet, I, because I was Black, had to occupy a temporary post, in which I was not even confirmed. I was dispensed with, in spite of my excellent performance, because I was what the Afrikaner called, “a swart gevaar”. I would not expect such a treatment from people, who were looked upon as liberals. Anybody who wants to know how Wits University was during this time, ask Prof. Makgoba, who was invited to join it from England. I listened to his story, in a television interview, on Saturday 19th September 2015. He eloquently described the manoeuvres of the White liberal academics during that time. I was caught up in that situation too. The White academics spoke badly of the Afrikaners, but they were worse, when it came to treating Black people, especially those they feared. Having been a victim of the Afrikaners and the Inkatha, I was then a victim of White liberals.
To go back to my story of the Indian student, curiously, after seeing Prof. Boshoff’s C.V., Prof. Enslin, rejected him, as the external examiner, because she didn’t trust the Afrikaners. Instead, she gave me her own external examiner, an English speaking former lecturer of Wits University, another White liberal, who was then teaching at Westville University, in KwaZulu Natal. These White liberals networked with one another in the various universities, “to put us in our places”. Under these circumstances, I knew that my student and I were up for some surprises. Fortunately, I wasn’t scared to face a South African qualified thesis academic.
The demands that this Professor made, defined the tough times we were going to have with him. For a master’s degree thesis, he treated it like it was a Ph.D dissertation. Anyway, that was nothing for me. After all, with my training in America, at Pittsburgh University, to be specific, I was better equipped than he.
Without wasting much time, we started with my student’s proposal. What the Professor demanded, we provided, in no time. Within three months, my student had satisfied all the requirements for a master’s degree proposal. Within three months, I achieved with this student, what my junior White colleague could not achieve in the whole year, with him.
Over and above this experience, I had various problems, with my seniors, at Wits University. One of them was when I had given a cum laude, to a Black male student, a principal from Vosloorus High School, Mr. Jabulani Mtshali. In fact there were two of these students, who had obtained cum laudes. The other was Mr. Vusi Radebe, also another high school principal, in a neighbouring high school to that of Mr. Jabulani Mtshali. Because I used to stay at Vusi’s home, in Daveyton, I felt that if I gave him his due cum laude, it might have been interpreted, by the ever suspicious liberal White Wits University officials, as a favour to Vusi Radebe, in return for his services to me. Rather, I gave him an A grade.
At Wits University, students’ results were discussed in a staff meeting. My colleagues in this meeting, presented their cum laudes, and I, mine. In my case, I was told that it had been turned down, by the external examiner. I wouldn’t take any of that nonsense. I had had enough of Wits’s discrimination against Black students. I argued against the idea of vetoing my decision to grant my Black student a cum laude.
The Head of Department asked me, if I disputed the decision of the external examiner, because I have a doctorate. In reply, I told her, not only because of that. I told her I am a product of a proper university with higher academic standards than Wits University. Moreover, I am a good teacher. I felt it was an insult to have my results overturned by a person, with a masters degree, a potential student of mine.
We were asked to go outside to talk about these results. Once we were there, the White lady external examiner, politely told me to take my cum laude and walk away with it. So when we went inside, she announced that she recognized my cum laude. My Head of Department did not take it kindly though. I felt good; however, that a liberal White Wits University had, under my leadership, produced a Black cum laude student, maybe the first.
Another encounter I had with the ex Rhodesian White superiors, at Wit’s Department of Education, was when, in one staff meeting, I recommended that the students, most of whom where Black educational administrators, be represented in our meetings, that is, participatory administration, which I taught them. I found it absurd that most of my colleagues, younger and less experienced in educational administration, than their students, had to take decisions, all of which affected these voiceless mature and experienced educational administrators, just because they were Black students.
As I alluded, before, most of my colleagues had no work experience. They moved from being B.Ed students, to come and teach other B.Ed students. Well they were not qualified to supervise masters’ and doctoral students. This recommendation, from me, did not go well with my White ex Rhodesian liberal White colleagues.
I was a proper misfit, here, not only within the Education Department, but at Wits University as a whole. Wits University, like Natal, Cape Town, etc. was a White liberal university, which was totally against transformation. Being a Black man, coming with a doctorate, and having been educated in America, I posed a serious threat to the White liberals. They wouldn’t keep me, although I was a good performer.
When I think of these White liberals, sometimes I am reminded of a friendly discussion I once had with my Head of Department, Professor Enslin. When, in 1989, President de Klerk announced that he was going to release Nelson Mandela from prison, she asked me, if I believed him. I told her I did. She asked me, why. I replied, it was because de Klerk was an Afrikaner. I argued Afrikaners, in general, are honest people. When they hated us, they did that with passion. When they decide to change their stance, they would do that without flinching an eye. Unfortunately, I found the English speaking people, like my White colleagues, including my Head of Department, not to be trusted. While the White English liberals laughed with us, they treated us as their slaves.
After I had served my two years, as a lecturer, at Wits University, although there was nobody qualified to take over my job, I was told my contract had elapsed. I left Wits University at the end of 1990. Although I was unpopular with the Rhodesian White expatriates, who composed the majority of my colleagues, I was very popular with my students, most of whom were Black educational administrators. As the moment of leaving my job approached, I decided to apply at the Wits University Law School, to continue with my LL.B. degree studies there, the following year. Consequently, after leaving the lectureship post, I was enrolled as a law student, in 1991.
Owner | Retail | Salon Fazz/ Mona Lisa Tuck Shop
Durban, South Africa | June 1988 - December 2009
Consumer Goods, Fashion and Retail
When I was dismissed from Appelsbosch College of Education, in May 9, 1988, after discovering that I had been banned from doing professional work, I started a small business, with my girlfriend, Miss Fakazile Mazibuko, from Ladysmith.
Fakazile was a very beautiful lady, who was also an excellent hairdresser. As we stayed at home, in Umlazi, doing nothing, she did her hairdressing at home. Later, she spoke to her colleagues about acquiring business premises. One of them offered us a shop in the new shopping center, at Umlazi Station Shopping Center, which was managed by Business Partners. Here we started our own hairdressing salon, which I named Salon Fazz. When Fakazile left, I changed the name to Mona Lisa Tuck Shop. Here I used my technical skills to prepare these premises for this business.
The business picked up fast and we did very well. Unfortunately, Fakazile and I had to part in a most unconventional way. She was recruited by my cousin, Mrs. Mva Kunene Sishi of Clermont, with the aim of her dating her step son.
So when Fakazile left me, I stayed alone to run the salon. Since I did not know how to do people's heads, I had to hire hair stylists. I was, however, very knowledgeable about the job, because I had then received a lot of training.
My next door neighbor, a Mkhize, who ran a grocery shop, next door, in Shop 9, advised me to introduce some grocery items into my hairdressing business, too, which I did. Eventually, 50 per cent of the shop was used as a salon, while the other 50 per cent was used as a grocery retail shop. I ran this business even when I worked in Johannesburg.
Eventually, I closed the salon, and remained with grocery items. I did very well here. I then introduced the sale of electricity tokens, which I sold for eThekwini Municipality. I also sold lotto tickets. I did very well with the electricity tokens and lotto tickets sales. In spite of all this success, I was, however, not interested in running a business.
In about 1996, I made an arrangement with Mr. Simon Sokhela, who was deputy principal at KwaSkhwama High School, at Engonyameni, while I was a teacher at Mhawu High School, next door to his school. The arrangement was that he had to manage this business on my behalf. He ran it, with all my stock. All I needed from him was some small compensation, which was easy for him to pay me.
When Mr. Sokhela acquired Shop 7, next door, from Skhumbuzo Makhanya, he ran both shops, with my stock. When his Shop 7 premises were full, he abandoned my Shop 8, with almost all my stock. He moved some to his Shop 7 and the rest; he sold to the tuck shop retailers, at The Umlazi Station Shopping Center. In that way I had to take over. But still, I was not interested in being an entrepreneur. Although I was occupying an inferior teaching post, I was satisfied in being in the school environment. So I continued teaching, until I was dismissed in October 28, 2002.
By this time I had acquired the vacant Umlazi Station Supermarket. Business Partners gave it to me, in order to compensate me, for what Mr. Sokhela had done to me. They said, under this arrangement, I would have his shop between my Shop 8 and my supermarket. When I was dismissed from Mhawu High School, I was given a Hobson's Choice. I returned to my businesses. Now I decided to run them. I moved all the retail stock from Shop 8 to the supermarket. Shop 8 remained with the sale of electricity tokens and lotto tickets. These two shop 8 activities gave me good commission.
When, in 2009, I got tired of being an entrepreneur, I asked one of the mothers of my children, Miss Ningi Irene Zondi, who was a teacher, to run both these two businesses. As I did not take any rent from her, all I required her to do, was to take care of my financial needs. Unfortunately, in the same 2009, she ran them down. That contributed to my bankruptcy. Although this shop still exists, I rent it to other people, whenever I am lucky to get one.
Rector (Post Level 7) | Education | Appelsbosch College of Education
Ozwatini, South Africa | January 1987 - May 1988
Academia, Education and Training
When I was recalled from Umbumbulu College of Education, in 1985, I received an assurance, from the Deputy Superintendent General, Mr Mvemve that I would, after arriving at Head Office, never be removed again. Contrary to that promise, I was transferred to Appelsbosch College of Education.
When I received that transfer letter, the M.E.C. for Education, Dr Oscar D. Dhlomo was out of the country. Dr Mangosuthu G. Buthelezi acted for him. So after receiving the letter of transfer, which contradicted the assurance I had been given by the Deputy Superintendent General, Mr Mvemve, I then went to see Dr Buthelezi. I asked him for two favors. The first was, for him, to stay my transfer. The second was to have a meeting with him, in the presence of Dr O. D. Dhlomo, after his return.
The purpose for calling this meeting was to disclose to Chief Buthelezi the reason behind my suffering, in the Department of Education, since I returned from U.S.A. and the reason why I was being removed from Ulundi. Since what I was going to tell the head of KwaZulu Government, Dr Buthelezi, had to do with Dr O. D. Dhlomo, in his personal capacity, it is for this reason, I prayed for his presence. I did not want to back bite him. My transfer was stayed, as requested.
When Dr Dhlomo returned, I got another letter, again, transferring me to Appelsbosch College of Education, with immediate effect. No reasons were given, as usual, for my transfer. I knew, however, why I was being removed from Ulundi. Suffice to say, the reason for my transfer had nothing to do with my work. Dr O. D. Dhlomo, who was dating my wife, Thembeka, complained to my her, that I “talk too much”. The reason why Dr Dhlomo said I talk too much was because I had recently spoken to Mr W. N. T. Zwane, about Dr Dhlomo’s affair with my wife, that is, when Mr Zwane was promoted to join us at Head Office. I did not know, then, that he was related to Dr O. D. Dhlomo. I thought I was sharing my pains, with somebody, who had similar experience, as we were neighbors at KwaMashu, one time.
When the second letter was delivered to me, it was clear that Dr Buthelezi was not in a position to disagree with his second in command, by staying my transfer, permanently. So, I didn’t find it necessary to approach him again. I subsequently went to my attorney, Graeme Smith, for advice. He advised me to abide by the transfer.
To comment about the talking too much, to which Dr Dhlomo referred, it is really not I, only who talked about Dr Dhlomo’s relationship with my wife. Some of the lady clerks, at Ulundi, used to ask me, why Dr Dhlomo didn’t take his son from my house. When I asked them, who this boy to whom they referred was, then they asked me if I didn’t know that my wife and Dr Dhlomo were dating, and that my last child, was in fact, Dr Dhlomo’s son. I was devastated, because, although I was aware of Dr Dhlomo’s relationship with my wife, I was not aware that they had been joined by what I called, my son. The girls went on to inform me that my wife, in fact, used to visit Dr Dhlomo, in Ulundi, while I also lived there. It is only in 1990, in Mdu Lembede and Deon Delport, in "The Sunday Tribune" of June 10, 1990, that what these girls told me, was corroborated, vide “Dhlomo’s Love Tangle”, in The Sunday Tribune” of June 10, 1990, front page.
When I was dismissed from Ulundi, I became so devastated that I had to receive some psychiatric treatment for some time, before I assumed duties at Appelsbosch College. It is during this period that I decided to ask my wife to leave our common homestead, for good. That is how and when we physically separated as man and wife. I could no longer stomach her relationship with Dr Dhlomo, which was responsible for my career suffering.
When I chased her away from my house, I also told her that I would go to her employers, the American Consulate. I said I would tell them that when Dr Dhlomo got her that job, I had thought that he had done so, as my friend. I did not realize that he was helping his girlfriend. As politicians, their employers would not take anything that would tarnish their reputation, I reasoned. Consequently they would dismiss her.
To spite me, Dr Dhlomo employed her in his KwaZulu Natal Indaba. He also arranged accommodation for her in town, specifically, at his friend’s Mansfield Road house. My ex-wife was, probably, one of the first Black people, to live in the White neighborhood, during the Apartheid times. It was from this house that she left for Philadelphia, in America, an arrangement, which, I suspect, was also organized by her boyfriend, Dr Dhlomo. She told me not to worry about maintaining her and the children, as I had done, previously, when I left her, in America, with the kids.
Instead of apologizing, my ex-wife, after her departure, from our home, later instituted divorce proceedings against me. She, however, never pushed these proceedings, until 1990, vide my response in the "Sunday Tribune" article. I never opposed her divorce.
When the day of the hearing came, in 1990, I did not even attend. She started and finished her divorce proceedings alone. In spite of all my academic achievements, being the best in Dr Dhlomo’s Department, being the first KwaZulu Education Department employee to have a doctorate, I suffered in my work, under Dr. Dhlomo and later his followers. This suffering has followed me, to date. My suffering is a result of my wife’s sexual relations with my boss, Dr O D Dhlomo, who used to be my best friend.
After I had dismissed my wife, I spent some time with her and children, occasionally, even at Mansfield Road. As far as I was concerned, we were no longer wife and husband, in the emotional sense, even though we spent some nights together. My concern was my three children, with whom I wanted to spend some time. Curiously, the three people I was so concerned about, don't care for me, now. They just recognize me as a father, period, without any due emotions.
After leaving head office, after I had rested, at home, for the number of days, which I had been given by my psychiatrist, I then reported for duty, at Appelsbosch College of Education. This was a College with dilapidated buildings. By the way, it was because of this condition that the cabinet had decided to transfer the College to Ulundi. This was a College occupied by lady students only. This factor helped me, at least for my reputation.
I learned later on, since I didn't have a wife, I was transferred to the dilapidated ladies' Appelsbosch College of Education, because it was hoped I would mess up with the ladies there. Then the Department would have a chance to quickly get rid of me. Fortunately, these ladies, when I arrived, had been informed about me and my plight. Like most women, they empathized with me, and gave me the moral support, which I needed, as an administrator.
To my surprise, they received me very well, when I arrived there. They told me they had been reliably informed by the students of Mbumbulu College, about the nature of a person I was, namely, that I was not in fact, the person, I was always portrayed to be. They said the students of Mbumbulu College actually sang praises of me as an excellent and passionate administrator. They told me that the Mbumbulu College students had confessed to them that, after I had left Mbumbulu College, they soon discovered that the problem was actually with their teachers, not me, as they had been misled to believe. Consequently, these lady students promised to leave happily with me. They assured me that, as women, they would never do, to me, what the male students did, at the other schools, in which I worked.
They were true to their word. When Chief Inspector, Mr W. N. T. Zwane, in 1987, on behalf of the M.E.C. for Education, and his cousin, Dr Dhlomo, influenced them to strike against me, they refused. When the teachers also showed hostility towards me, the students would form a guard of honor to defend my body, as I moved to and fro the classrooms. At night, they took turns, to sleep, in groups, in my house, just to protect me. Unfortunately they suffered a lot for not siding with Head Office. Many of them were failed. All my attempts to help them with the examination authorities in Pretoria, failed. This was because the Apartheid regime was always in cohorts with their satellite homeland officials, and vice versa. The students approached Mr. Selby Baqwa for help. It is for this reason that, when he was the first Public Protector, I approached him. Unfortunately, he did not help me.
When the Department, under the leadership of Mr W. N. T. Zwane, had failed to make students do their dirty work, they hired a lawyer. With his help, I was constructively dismissed from Appelsbosch College of Education on the 9th May 1988. Thereafter I was banned for life from working in KwaZulu, and by inference, anywhere in the world. This ban subsists, till today.
The Departmental attorney, in begging me to sign my letter of resignation, pointed out to me, that he was no a hit man. Hence his plea, to me, to sign the resignation letter already prepared for me, at a quasi-trial, through which I went, albeit for a short time. He revealed to me that the M.E.C. did not want me in his Department. Consequently, he said it was useless for me to resist signing the prepared resignation letter. Eventually, after the advice of my friend, attorney Mr. Sipho Ernest Mchunu, who feared that the Inkatha people would kill me, if I resisted to leave, I signed the fateful letter, which spelt more suffering for me, despite the promises.
The attorney promised me that, if I agreed to leave, “voluntarily”, I would be given a testimonial, so that I could get another job. Instead of receiving this testimonial, a circular was issued, Circular No. 20 of 1988, which prevented me from being employed, again. To summarize the contents of this circular, I was banned for life from being employed in the field of education. The ban still holds to date. It is for this reason that I believe, I am the only person, in the now democratic Republic of South Africa, who is still banned.
Despite the hard times I experienced at Appelsbosch College of Education, the following are my leadership contributions at this College:
I recruited White and Indian lecturers, because it was difficult to recruit lecturers, for this College, even Black ones.
I encouraged the lecturers to improve their qualifications. Those who listened to me are doing very well, today. One of them is a lawyer, today, Mr Nzimande. He always recognized my input, which, initially, he confessed to me, he thought I was boasting, because I had a Ph. D. degree.
Working with the local chief, Chief Mthuli, we got permission to upgrade Appelsbosch College to the beautiful College that it is now. According to my plans, however, this was the first phase of development. Eventually the College was to be built next to the main road, as the chief had donated that land to the College. The present new structures were to be used for technical education, my second love. The upgrade of Appelsbosch College, for which I am responsible, led the KwaZulu Cabinet to abandon their former decision to move the College to Ulundi.
Before the upgrade, I spoke to the local people to organize accommodation for our students, thus benefiting the College and them. This was because the College used to rely on 300 beds, which were provided by the local Lutheran mission. Needless to say, my idea of providing first class accommodation for my students did not go well with the mission. They felt I took bread away from them. This arrangement also helped to increase the annual intake of students to more than 300.
I stopped the habit of making my tertiary students to wear school uniforms, like school kids. Rather I trained them, through what they wore in classes, and when they left the College, to truly practice being teachers and being responsible.
The College was to collaborate with The University of Zululand’s Department of Education, under my friend, who was also Dr Dhlomo’s friend, Professor P. C. Luthuli. Under this collaboration, I designed a new curriculum, which would enable our students to graduate, initially, with 8 degree courses out of 11 accepted for a South African degree. Eventually, all our students were to graduate with a full degree. That arrangement would have been the first for a South African College of Education. To date no College of Education, in South Africa, offers degree courses.
I piloted social development of the people around the College. Today their houses are electrified, have running water and telephones.
The quality of teaching staff was not only improved by employing White teaching and administrative staff, I also recruited, to this College, school principals like Messrs Titus Mavundla, Tigere, and Mkhize, the latter with a master’s degree.
It disturbs me that all my unparalleled achievements, at Appelsbosch College of Education, will never be known. It is for this reason that I have decided to take a political route in solving my professional problem, rather than a legal one. I hope also that the lady MECs, being women, the mothers, would understand and empathize with me.
Academia, Education and Training
When things didn't go well at Mbumbulu College of Education, in 1985, the Department kept its promise of returning me to Ulundi Head Office.
Here I was seconded to the Planning division with all my post level 7 privileges. I was, therefore, on the same scale as Chief Inspectors and Chief Education Planner. Here I was responsible for Technical Education, a department which I started. In my department I was responsible for the teaching of technical skills in all KwaZulu vocational schools. Curiously I was put in this position, as a result of recommendations from the White staff members, who realized the passion I had for technical skills. When they did, they asked for my placement in the vacant vocational planning division.
At Head Office I worked with the likes of Mr Lionel Mtshali, who later became the Premier of KwaZulu Natal. When I worked at Ulundi, Mr Mtshali and I occupied the same post level or rank.
While at Head Office, I designed a KwaZulu education establishment, which, to my pleasure and surprise, I saw it being proudly displayed by the Superintendent General, Mr D. Y. Zimu, in his office. In this establishment, I introduced, for the first time, in KwaZulu cabinet, the post of Deputy Minister.
My other achievement, while I was at Ulundi Head Office, was when I was invited to address the N.A.T.U. Conference, at Mbasobheni Primary School, Ulundi. Here I addressed the likes of Mrs ka Nkosi Shandu, who later became the M.E.C. for Education in KwaZulu Natal. The participants were so impressed with my speech, that they instantly conferred, to me, the honor of being their Honorary President of their N.A.T.U. branch. Very pleasant comments and reactions were written in the "Zululand Observer" published at Empangeni. The attendees openly stated that I was the best educational speaker, among the Head Office staff, who had ever addressed them.
When I was at Head Office, I voluntarily became responsible for the selection of properly qualified Rectors of all Colleges of Education in KwaZulu, in 1986. The old practice was to put in people with junior degrees. I replaced all these with academics with doctorates. In my place at Umbumbulu College, I recommended Professor Msomi. At Mpumalanga College, I recommended Dr Jeff Radebe. At KwaGqikazi College, I recommended Dr Hlongwane, all from the University of Zululand. I did all this work with the help and support of Mr Mvemve. He was very close to me, especially because I had organized for him a forty five day trip, through my wife, who was working at the American Consulate. I was also instrumental in organizing an American trip for Assistant Secretary D. G. Soni, who was also at Ulundi's planning division. My idea was to expose these gentlemen to superior American education.
I rescued my bosses in two conferences, one at Ebhubesini Lion Park, and another at Swinton College. In the former, I debated, on behalf of the Department, with attorney, Mr S. E. Mchunu. In the latter, the Afrikaner bosses, who had come to address us, were so impressed with my speech that they asked my boss to allow me to visit them in Pretoria. In a Departmental conference, I addressed a conference of all Rectors of Colleges, in Pretoria.
When I was returned to Ulundi, after Mbumbulu College of Education, I was promised that I would never, again, be removed from Ulundi. This promise was broken, when, in 1986, I was transferred to Appelsbosch College of Education.
Rector (Post Level 7) | Education | Mbumbulu College of Education
KwaMakhutha, South Africa | 1984 - 1985
Academia, Education and Training
When I arrived at Mbumbulu College, in June 1984, the teachers were very hostile towards me. Seemingly, these highly politicized teachers had been wrongly informed about me, that I was an IFP member. Personally I was neither an IFP member, nor a UDF member. I spent most of my time, at this institution, fighting these political wars with my teachers, who were serving the interests of my employers, knowingly or unknowingly. I did not receive a warm welcome here, perhaps, because I was replacing their Rector, Mr Ngubane, somebody with whom they shared the same political affiliation.
I worked with the following teaching staff, at Mbumbulu College of Education: Mr Douglas B. Mthembu (Deputy Rector), Mrs Thelma Mthembu, his wife, Mrs Thandi Ma Msimang Majola, Miss Zonke Cele, Mr Funani Mkhize, Mr. B. R. Khanda Mkhize, Mr Paul P Mkhize, Professor A M Nzimande, Professor Maharaj, Mr and Mrs Rencken, Dr. Thabisa Dumisa, Mrs Jabu Chiliza, Mrs Thandiwe M. Muthwa, Mr Selby Mzimela, Mr Sipho Ngcobo, Mr B. C. Hlatshwayo, Miss Wendy Mbhele, Miss Sanelisiwe Mchunu, Mrs Sibaya, Mrs Phumelele Buthelezi, Mr Paul Bhengu, Miss Mantombi Magubane, Mr Bonginkosi Luthuli, Mr Don Ntanzi, Mr Vikela Dlamini, Mr Sipho Ntuli, Miss Jikela, Mrs Phumelele Buthelezi, Mrs Sthembile Mthethwa, Mrs Mbali Dlamini, Miss Nomonde Mlangeni, to mention some.
The members of my administrative staff were: Miss Adelaide Ngcobo, Mr Bongani Nzuza, Mrs Queen Ma Ngcobo Khumalo, and Miss Zandile Sibeko. Queen stayed with her husband, Mr Nozi Khumalo, who was a principal in another school. Nozi Khumalo and Paul Mkhize were the two people, who were very helpful, to me, during my struggles with the teachers and the Ulundi officials.
There are not so many changes, which I brought at Mbumbulu College of Education, as usual, because here I spent most of my time defending myself against some of my staff. Be that as it may, I improved security at the College. I also introduced some furniture at the hostels, so that students didn’t have to go to the hall or classrooms for their studies.
As can be seen above, I hired professors, White and Indian members of staff. I also recruited other members of staff, who had proper qualifications to teach in a College of Education, contrary to the teachers I found here. Like their Rector, Mr. Ngubane, whom I replaced, they didn’t qualify to teach in a College of Education. Consequently, they were teachers, and not lecturers. Yet they expected me to grant them the status of lecturers, although they didn’t qualify. This was, in fact, another bone of contention, besides politics. By employing Miss Adelaide Sibongile Ngcobo, a graduate, who had the experience of journalism, I improved the quality of the administrative staff.
One morning, I received a letter, written by one of my Mkhize students, Skhumbuzo Mkhize. He gave it to Mr Paul P Mkhize, to give to me. I was to be killed, at 07:00. So I phoned the Amanzimtoti police, immediately, after receiving that letter and asked for police protection. They assured me that they were on campus.
When they asked me to go to my office, I refused. I felt, in case they were not there, I would easily be surrounded by the students, whom the teachers were going to use to kill me. So I stayed online, communicating with the police, until the students arrived. By this time I had removed, from the premises, my wife, Thembeka, with my three children, Sdu, Khanya and Menzi.
At about 07:00, the noise of the students came to my cottage house. First they cut my telephone wire, as I was speaking to the Amanzimtoti police. Thereafter they tried to open my front door. They found it locked. So they went to my brand new Mercedes Benz 230 EM vehicle, which was parked in my carport. They attempted to frog march it.
At that stage, I opened the back door and fled toward the wire fence, which was about 1.8 meters high. I managed to jump over it. As my feet landed, my firearm fell off. Fortunately, it dropped and fell, on my side of the fence. So I picked it up. Carrying it in my hand, I moved to the gate, where the bulk of the students were waiting. They had succeeded to pull my car to the gate.
When I was at the gate, I pointed my firearm to the direction of the students. While engaged in this act, one PUTCO driver from the depot, next to the College, came towards me. He asked me about my stupidity of thinking I could face so many people, alone, even though I was carrying a firearm. I learnt, later, he was a Mkhize bus driver. He knocked sense into my mind.
So I quickly went to a waiting taxi on the road, next to the gate. The driver of this taxi and his passengers were watching this scene, of the rector and his students. I jumped into the taxi, and asked him to pull off. He didn’t. I had to threaten him with my gun, which was still in my hand. I asked him to drive me, straight to the police station, which he did. There I laid a public violence charge against the students.
My criminal charge was never investigated, like all of the charges I have laid in this police station. When I went to check out, later, I was told it was withdrawn. I suspect, if it was, it was withdrawn by my seniors, at Ulundi. After all, they were behind all the fracas I experienced. Thereafter, a quasi commission of inquiry was organized.
This was a very funny commission of inquiry. It was chaired by Mr. Lionel Mtshali, my former colleague from head office, Ulundi. Only the teachers and students, who opposed me, were allowed to testify. Mr Mhlambi, a Circuit Inspector from Mbumbulu and Mr Willemse, both of whom were Departmental officials, who hated me, were the only outside people, who were allowed to testify.
When teachers and students, came to testify, they were asked if they were going to speak in my favor or against me. If they said they would speak in my favor, they were asked to tell their story to Chief Inspector Mr Thusini, outside the room in which testimonies were heard. Mr Thusini would then assure them that he would forward their testimony to Mr Mtshali. Only those who were testifying against me were allowed to talk to Mr Mtshali, and the other commissioners, inside, who then took notes. Curiously I never got the results of this commission. It was an exercise in futility.
These injustices were noted by one of my bold students, Miss Zanele Magwaza, who is now the President and leader of the National Freedom Party (NFP). She wrote in the “Ilanga” newspaper, that there was nothing wrong with me, but the problem at the College was with the teachers. She wrote this article, after she had been refused the right to testify in my favor.
I had the most difficult times, in my educational career, here. The newspapers, like "City Press", helped to denigrate me as the most difficult academic, who had to be destroyed at all costs. Consequently, I spent more time defending myself from the media and the belligerent teachers, who, being supported by the Department, organised students to kill me.
Mr Mtshali’s commission of inquiry coincided with the time when I had to go to do my Higher Educational Administration Diploma at the University of London. When Mr Mtshali was reluctant to let me off, I had to appeal to Mr Mvemve, who was always sympathetic with me. Mr Mvemve expedited my move away from the so called commission.
I stayed in London for three months. When I returned, the College had been closed and the teaching staff opposed to me, had been deployed to local high schools, while others, the senior ones, like Whites, Indians and professors, and Paul Mkhize, were deployed to Mpumalanga College of Education., far from me That is, the good and supportive staff members were deployed far away, to Mpumalanga College of Education. The troublesome ones, like Patrick Masinga, were deployed to Makhutha High School. From time to time, they would leave their school and come to confront me, at Mbumbulu College. By this time, one of these teachers, who was a leader too, Mr. Walter Ngcobo, had been taken to lecture at the Education Department of The University of Zululand.
After my return from London University, I was taken back to Head Office in Ulundi, as per Mr Mvembe’s promise, when I was transferred there, in 1984. The ring leaders, Mr. Walter Ngcobo and later, Mr. Patrick Masinga, were compensated with promotions as lecturers. Here they quickly acquired masters’ degrees in education. They worked in the Department of Education, which was headed by Professor P. C. Luthuli, who was both Dr O. D. Dhlomo’s friend and also my friend, before I clashed with Dr Dhlomo. Here they quickly acquired masters’ degrees and Walter also acquired a doctoral degree. They were later promoted to head Colleges of Education. Dr Walter Ngcobo headed Ntuzuma College of Education. Mr Patrick Masinga headed Gamalakhe College of Education near Port Shepstone. My life, at Mbumbulu College of Education, demonstrates how KwaZulu politics humiliated me, in spite of the fact that I was the highest qualified employee in the Department.
Academia, Education and Training
After being seconded to Esikhawini College of Education, I was "banned" to Bhekuzulu College.Before I was sent there, as per my wife's tip, earlier on.
As I stayed at our Umlazi home, she told me that I would be transferred to another school. She assured me that all my benefits of my Inhlakanipho post would be respected. When I asked her where she got all the information, she replied that she had gotten it from my Dr Oscar Dhlomo. When I asked her why Dr Dhlomo, as my friend didn’t tell me, she said, it was because he was afraid that I would talk about the transfer, before it happened.
After my deputy, Mr Xaba alleged that I was an ANC member, a no no in the Inkatha controlled education systems. He argued that since he was involved in the massacre of University of Zululand students, he could not stay with me. I was tried by Nongoma Inkatha and some cabinet members for 3 days. After being cleared, I was transferred to Ulundi Head Quarters, "for observation" as Mr Mveve put it.
Before I left this school, I had visited the King of the Zulus, King Zwelithini, in the company of the inspectors, whom I asked to introduce me to the King. Once I was with him, I read a paper, which I had prepared for that occasion. In this paper, I suggested to the King, that I would have this College, in which he was once a student, declared a national monument. I would then establish a museum with his desk, preserved as one of the items.
The king was so impressed with this presentation, that he asked if, indeed, I was the same person, he was told, by Prince Mangosuthu Gatsha Buthelezi, when he was sick at St. Augustine Hospital, that he was a lunatic, who would be transferred to his Nongoma. He told us, he had told the Prince that that lunatic should be brought to him, because he tames lunatics. After my presentation, he said, he saw nothing like craziness in the person, who was presented to him. He then promised me that I would stay, in Nongoma, as long as I wanted.
That was not to be, as the ambitious, Mr. Xaba, tried to have the Inkatha movement to get rid of me, unfortunately, without success.
Some of the students I taught here are, from Umlazi in Durban, Mthandeni, his twin brother, Sponono Khanyile, and Mandla Madonsela. From Soweto, I taught Mandla Mkhize, his younger brother, Sibusiso Mkhize, and Vuyo Mhanganye. Mandla Mkhize and Sibusiso Mkhize were sons of my good friend, Elijah "Wawa" Mkhize and Mamazi Mildred MaNdwandwe Mkhize.
Academia, Education and Training
My second secondment, in my career, came as a result of the actions of my deputy, Mr Xaba, for a change. When it happened, the Deputy Superintendent General, in this case, intended to rescue me. This is how the rescue happened.
One weekend, in 1984, while I was principal of Bhekuzulu College, in Nongoma, Zululand, I had gone home, in Durban, for a weekend. My weekend stay was cut short by a telephone call from my deputy, Mr Xaba. He told me the learners were running rampant, at the boarding school. So I had to return to the college, to find out what was happening.
On my arrival, I addressed the students and found out what had happened. The students told me that, Mr Xaba addressed them, while he was poop drunk. He had forced them to join the Inkatha Freedom Party. They refused, saying that their principal, referring to me, had told them that it was optional to join the Inkatha Freedom Party (I.F.P.). I then pleaded with the students to accept Mr Xaba. They did.
After I had succeeded to reconcile the students with their deputy principal, little did I know the real intentions of Mr Xaba. He had actually planned my withdrawal from the college. He had organized the teachers against me. I had to be put on trial, for three days, by the big shots of Inkatha, in Nongoma, which included the local chief of Mandlakazi, a member of the KwaZulu cabinet, Mr Nzuza, who also lived in Nongoma, the chairman of the Nongoma I.F.P., Mr Mkhwanazi, and some I.F.P. members, in Nongoma, including Mrs Mkhize, who was Mr Xaba’s mother in law.
The trial took three days, Mr Xaba and the teachers testifying against me. After that, the chairman of the trial, Mr Nzuza, and Mr Xaba’s friend, who was the chairman of the I.F.P. branch in Nongoma, Mr Mkhwanazi, all agreed that I was not a U.D.F. or an A.N.C. member and therefore a threat to Mr Xaba. Mr Xaba’s complaint was, he didn’t feel safe, having assisted the I.F.P., in the massacre of the University of Zululand students, in 1983, to stay with a member of United Democratic Front (U.D.F.). The meeting found Mr Xaba guilty of being ambitious, wanting to take over the position of principal. They asked him to be patient, learn from my good administration.
After the failure of Mr Xaba’s schemes, he did not know how to face me. So he approached his friend, who was the principal of Mlokothwa High School, to take him there. This gentleman came to me, and offered me his deputy, in exchange for Mr Xaba. The exchange did not work out, because his deputy was also as ambitious of her principal’s post, as mine was.
When Mr Xaba realized that his scheming had failed, he changed his tactics and attitude, towards me, 180 degrees. He became very friendly and very supportive, until one day, in which he tricked me. While he worked under me, he had been offered a principal’s post, in one of the neighboring schools, but he had shown no interest. For he had wanted to be the principal of the best high school in Nongoma, Bhekuzulu College.
One day, he asked me to lend him a college van, so that he could visit his school. I gave him a van. Soon after he had left, hell broke loose with my loving students. The head prefect, who was Mr Xaba’s homeboy, accompanied by some of his colleagues, came to my office. They came with a story that my deputy had told them, before he left school, that afternoon, that I had chased him away. Further, he had told them that the teachers were going to leave the school, en masse. They then politely asked me to vacate the school, because, even if I taught, I wouldn't teach all the subjects taught by all these teachers, who would leave the school.
My reaction to these lies was simple. I assured them I would recuse myself from coming to school. So I pleaded with them not to be violent. I immediately called my local friend, a local general practitioner, Dr Mthethwa, senior, to come and collect me from the school. While I stayed at his home, Mr Xaba returned to the school, to act as principal. He never ever came to inquire from me, as to what had happened. I communicated with Head Office, Ulundi, also while living here. Mr Mvemve, instructed me to come to Ulundi, for another secondment. He said they wanted to observe me, so as to establish, for themselves, what was wrong with me.
At Ulundi, I occupied his office, sharing it with him. I was given no work to do. My work was to chat with Mr Mvemve and other staff members around. During this time, of course, I rubbed shoulders with other members of the staff. I was very happy here. Rather than do nothing, I decided to spend more time in the library, as I wanted to prepare to record my experiences in KwaZulu Department of Education and Culture.
One day, Mr Mvemve, called me to his office, from the library. He told me that they (the senior officials) had not seen anything wrong with me. He then gave me three options to choose one post from. One option was to take up a post level 5 Circuit Inspector of Esikhawini post. The other was to take up the post level 7 Rector’s post of Mbumbulu College of Education. The third was to remain at Ulundi, in the planning division, a post level 5 post. As principal of Inhlakanipho High School, the rank I was roaming about with, was post level 5. There would have been no promotion, in terms of financial gains, if I took either the circuit inspector or planning post. Since I did not want to be involved with teachers and students, I chose to remain at Head Office, as an educational planner. Once at Head Office, I felt, that definitely, I would be on the path of taking up the position of heading the education in KwaZulu, a post I had gone to America to prepare for, ab initio. Further, I have never liked the post of being an inspector of schools. I never wanted to be one of those officers, who moved around carrying their brief cases, from school to school, terrorizing teachers, especially lady teachers, as I perceived those who occupied these posts.
When I told Mr Mvemve that I chose to stay at Head Office, he said, wrong. He then revealed that the cabinet had decided that I would go to be a Rector of Mbumbulu College of Education. He said this College was infested with teachers, who were members of U.D.F., an A.N.C. affiliate. Since I had said I was not a member of U.D.F., my task would be to go and eradicate it at the College, he elaborated. Once appointed, I had to prepare myself for the trip to Umbumbulu College of Education.
Before I left Ulundi, Mr Mvemve invited the whole governing board of Mbumbulu College of Education. In this meeting, I was introduced to them as their new Rector. We were given definite instructions, to curb the influence of U.D.F. on campus. Mr Mvemve made it very clear to me, that a spy would be posted, who would monitor all my movements and articulations. Mr Mvemve gave me an assurance, however, that if things did not work out well there, he would recall me back to Head Office. That is how I left Head Office, in 1984. While my employers expected all their employees, especially the senior executives, to take up Inkatha membership, I was neither Inkatha nor U.D.F. member. That decision did not sit well with my bosses in Ulundi, though. They expected me to be an Inkatha member.
First Secondment | Education | Esikhawini College of Education
Empangeni, South Africa | October 1983 - November 1983
Academia, Education and Training
After my unfair dismissal, at Inhlakanipho High School, I was told to stay at home, until further notice. While at home, my wife, Thembeka, phoned me, from America, informing me that, she had been told by the M.E.C. for Education, Dr O. D. Dhlomo, that I would be transferred to another school. She said, when that happened, I should not oppose it. For all my salary conditions, as principal of Inhlakanipho High School, would not be affected.
Before I knew, I was visited by journalists from “Ilanga” a newspaper owned by the Inkatha. They asked me how I felt about the transfer to Amanzimtoti College of Education. When they realized that I knew nothing about the transfer, they left. I never got any transfer letter to Amanzimtoti College of Education.
Weeks passed, after this incidence. I then received a telegram from Ulundi head office informing me to go and take up principal post of the rural Mtwalume High School. My attorney Graeme Smith, advised me to go. Instead of going straight to the school, I went to the Circuit Inspector’s office at Umzinto to ask for inspectors to escort me, something that is never done. I did it because I had received a tip-off that, when I went there, I would be killed by the learners, who had been organized.
After the circuit inspector, Mr Mafika Gcaba, had given me two inspectors to accompany me, namely, Mr Phewa of Lamontville and a lady colleague, I requested that we first went to the local Msinsini police station, to ask for police escort. On arriving there, we were made to understand, by the police in charge, Mr Cele, that they had received information that, if I went there, I would be killed by the students. This information justified my fears. The inspectors then phoned Mr Smith, at Umzinto, who was, probably, a district inspector. He ordered that I should go back home and wait for further instructions.
By the way, while all these transfers were happening, I had done nothing wrong, at Inhlakanipho High School, from where I was taken. I had been attacked by my students in the morning assembly, where I was rescued by the police and two inspectors, Mr Dubazana and Miss Mzimela. My assassination had been planned by my six teachers, who had told the circuit inspector, Mr Archie Msomi, that I was too strict. Their ring leader, Mr Jabulani Mthembu, who was only six months, as a teacher, was made principal of the school, after me, a reward for orchestrating the assassination attempt.
While I was waiting at home, another telegram, from Ulundi arrived. I was told to go and report at Esikhawini College of Education. The M.E.C. for Education, Dr O. D. Dhlomo revealed to me, that there was a complaint that I was earning a salary, yet I was doing nothing. When the Esikhawini call came, I had already been asked by my wife not to oppose that transfer.
When I arrived at Esikhawini College of Education, it was about October 1983, having been dismissed, from Inhlakanipho High School, in August 1983. Once there, I was asked to share an office with one of the heads of departments, Mr Sydney Nhlumayo, with whom we had studied at The University of Zululand. One day, the Rector, Mr Edmund Gasa, sent for me. On arriving at his office, he asked me to tell him what had gone wrong with me. For there had been such negative media reports about me, he observed. As people, who had studied together, at The University of Zululand, when he read the newspaper reports, he said, it was as if they were writing about somebody he didn't know. When I gave him my side of the story, he was very sympathetic. He asked me if he, as the Secretary of my union, N.A.T.U., could ask the President, Professor A. J. Thembela, to intercede on my behalf. I appreciated the effort, which was the first of its kind. After their intervention, I was invited to address the officials in Ulundi, during the summer holidays.
Before I was called to Ulundi, I was phoned by my former principal of Sobantu Secondary School, Mr S. D. Ngcobo. He was then one of the Chief Inspectors, whom I had to face, at Ulundi. He advised me that, when I am provoked, I should humble myself. For I would be provoked.
Indeed, Mr. J. E. Ndlovu tried to provoke me, by asking questions like I want to take over, from him, and become the new Secretary for Education. The meeting decided to transfer me to Bhekuzulu College of Education. Again, I was phoned by my wife, from America, about this decision. As usual, she implored me to accept it, as all my privileges would be protected.
Principal (Second Term of Office) - Post Level 5 | Education | Inhlakanipho High School
Durban, South Africa | January 1982 - August 1983
Academia, Education and Training
After studying and working in America, I returned to Inhlakanipho High School, in January 1982, under unpleasant conditions. On my return, I was then the first educator, in KwaZulu Education Department, who had a doctorate and qualifications in educational administration. I had also studied technical subjects like Bricklaying, Carpentry, Plumbing, Welding, Electronics and Electrical Wiring. My return to this school, which I had upgraded in November 1976 to a High School, was not a pleasant one to be proud of, as the paragraphs, below will show.
Prior to my departure, in January 1977, I had entered into a gentleman's agreement with my erstwhile friend and boss, the incoming Minister of KZN Education, Dr O. D. Dhlomo (OD) that I should abandon my law studies, which I was doing at Ngoye, in 1976 as I was planning to switch over to becoming a lawyer. OD advised me to accept the Fulbright Scholarship, which I had turned down in favor of completing my law degree. With this scholarship I would study educational administration, something that would make me become the first employee in the Department to have such qualifications. By virtue of these qualifications, we planned, I would, on my return, be the first Black Secretary for Education, as this position was called. It is referred to as KZN Head of Department, (HOD) to day,
After accepting the scholarship, I went to study my masters degree, at Duquesne University, in America, vide Tertiary Education chapter for the details, about my post graduate studies in America. Unfortunately, later, this was not to be. That is, the promise fell apart. The change of plans happened, when I was involved with my Ph. D. studies, at Pittsburgh University.
This is how the change came about. One day, OD phoned me and told me that since his uncle, Mr James E. Ndlovu (JE), would be retiring in two years' time, he would like to make him take over this, my post - just for two remaining years in his career. Our amended arrangement was that I would now return to South Africa, as JE’s understudy, after JE had served the first year in this office.
Unfortunately, after JE had occupied the seat for one year, he was no longer prepared to relinquish it. This attitude, spelt the beginning of my problems with the Department of KwaZulu Education and Culture. That behaviour necessitated the legal involvement of my other friend, an attorney, Mr Sipho Ernest Mchunu.
OD and JE did not take kindly to my involvement of a lawyer in my professional matter. Their bitterness, inter alia, can be discerned from the treatment I had to endure in this Department, after my arrival, in 1982 until I was finally, unlawfully dismissed, in 2002.
After Mr Mchunu's involvement, we, sadly, came to a new agreement, with JE, as OD was no longer prepared to be involved. The agreement was, I would return to the principalship of Inhlakanipho High School.
When I returned, in January 1982, I was left with the task of informing the acting principal, Mr Dennis Hlabisa, to vacate my post. Needless to say, he did not take kindly to that.
To appease him, I requested the Circuit Inspector, Mr Archie Msomi ,to give him another principalship post. He was given the principalship of a new Zeph Dhlomo High School. He made me to pay for that, as my teachers, secretly, kept joining his school, one by one - something that triggered my first dismissal from Inhlakanipho High School.
In July 1983, soon after the Winter holidays, six of the teachers left, the rebel teachers, under the leadership of Mr. Jabulani Mthembu and Fana Zungu. When they left, they had organized some students to kill me. I was saved by the White police from KwaMashu police station. The same day, after this incidence, instead of being sympathized with, I was given the marching orders, by the Education Department. I was told to stay at home, until further notice. That is how I left Inhlakanipho High School.
Prior to this humiliation by my bosses, my employers, used to orchestrate negative publicity, about me, in the media, especially the “Ilanga”, which was owned by the Inkatha Freedom Party, the government of the day, vide the media section of this profile.
I spent about eighteen months at the school, during my second term as principal here. In spite of all the problems I was able to make some contributions, in the development of this school. For instance, I introduced the practice of hiring White and Indian teachers in Black schools. Rather than have our Black students going for "better" educational institutions, in White schools, my rationale was to bring these teachers to Inhlakanipho, at no expense to the parents. All the time, I was worried more about the interests, the welfare of the students.
Fighting for and defending the rights of the Black students, under my charge, made me very unpopular with Black teachers. This augured well with the Education Department, my bosses, as they partnered with these teachers to get rid of me, in various educational institutions, which I headed, here and at other institutions I headed.
Another innovation I brought to Inhlakanipho High School was in the curriculum. I changed the school curriculum, such that I abolished the so called general stream curriculum, which taught subjects like history, geography, biblical studies, agriculture. I replaced this stream with technical stream, which gave technical skills to our students.
Although this did not take off, I also introduced the concept of a community college, not only in KwaMashu, but in South Africa. In my endeavours, I was assisted by White Senior Citizen organisation, the architect, Mr Hans Hallen, and Mr Allen Mountain of Urban Foundation. When I was dismissed, all these people pulled out, in sympathy with me.
When I left the school, in August 1983, Jabulani Mthembu took over the reins, probably as a reward for organizing the Head Office orchestrated student rebellion against me. Inhlakanipho then lost as Jabulani Mthembu destroyed the drawings of the prospective First Community College, in South Africa. After I left Inhlakanipho, I was moved from institution to institution, mostly to the most difficult ones, so that I could be killed by the teachers and their students.
Many South Africans are not aware that, while I worked in education, I was a political activist. Hence the title, "terrorist" given to me by the Afrikaners, when I attended a conference in Pretoria, in 1973. To demonstrate my involvement in politics, I attended political gatherings. In fact it is during one Black Consciousness gathering, one evening, that I began to date Thembeka Hlatshwayo, who later became my wife. In this meeting, I hired Mandla Langa and his colleague, to conscientize my students.
Amongst the politically inclined students I had, at Inhlakanipho, was Mr Sifiso Aubrey Msibi. Aubrey and other politically minded students were allowed to do their politicking thing at school, with my knowledge and permission, as long as they didn’t communicate with me at school. Personally, when I visited my students in class, I made my political contribution, under the pretext of teaching history, although I had abolished it as a subject. In case there were spies in my classes, I used to emphasize that I was teaching history. Further I organized bursaries for politically active students like Aubrey Sifiso Msibi, who is presently a successful entrepreneur in Johannesburg.
As an educational administrator, I suffered a lot under the Inkatha regime and their Afrikaner bosses. My history of dismissals and negative media publications under them and their bosses, speak for themselves.
It hurts, that, hitherto, the ANC for whom I suffered, have not helped me to eradicate my victimization by OD and his followers. All I am asking them to do is, inter alia, to remove the1988 Inkatha ban on me, to revoke and nullify my malicious unfair dismissal by the Inkatha led administration, on the 28th October 2002, to pay me my overdue salary and pension, to apologize to me for all the unnecessary suffering I had to endure, and to declare me, as the best educationist, of all times, at least in KwaZulu - Natal. As far as I know, I am, probably, the only Black person, in South Africa, who is still banned.
One reader of this document, an administrator, Mrs.. Takatso Leko - Moahloli,, of Klerksdorp, after reading this document, commented, "Even Mr. Nelson Mandela, with his 27 years of imprisonment, never suffered the way you did. He suffered under White domination. What hurts with you, is that you are suffering under Black rule, and specifically, the ANC government, which is supposed to empathize with you."
To echo Takatso's words, not only am I interested in my emancipation, since I am full of ideas and I am still very strong, I would appreciate it if the Educational Department utilized me, and my skills, even as a consultant. For “how dull it is, to rust, unburnished, and not to shine in use”. I thought with an MEC like Mrs. Peggy Neliswa Nkonyeni, a woman, I would get my emancipation. Unfortunately, this was not to be. She decided to be non committal. Imagine, I am a distinguished ANC member. Yet my fellow comrades, including Nelson Mandela, Prof. Sibusiso Bengu, Jacob Gedl'eyihlekisa Zuma, failed to liberate me. Curiously, I am never given any reason why I must be made to suffer until I die.
Besides the successful entrepreneur, Sifiso Aubrey Msibi, it is my pleasure and honor to introduce also my other achievers from Inhlakanipho High School. These are: Dr. Nombulelo Bulie Princess Magula, Head of Clinical Unit/ Lecturer TB/ HIV KZN University, Mr. Wiseman Sibusiso (Sbu) Mpisane, who is a Director of Durban based Zikhulise Cleaning, Maintenance and Transport Company and married my cousin's daughter, Shawn Mkhize, Ms Deborah Fraser, the famous Gospel Singer, Ms Thembi Mtshali, an actress, Mr. Sipho Mkhize, a former CEO at Petro SA, and currently a Director at Ironveld, Mr. Cecil Machi, a Director and Founder of Imvotech ICT Company, twin brothers, Messrs Peter and Paul Ndlela (who were good in soccer), Ms Rose Ndlela, a teacher, etc.
Some of the educators, who assisted me there, pre and post 1977, are: Mr. Sydney Dube, Mrs Julia Nobulembu Mchunu of Lamontville, Dr Thami Nxasana, Mr. "Manyenyeza" Mkhize, who later became a principal at Ntuzuma, Mr. Bongani Winston "Mosquito" Hlatshwayo, Miss Sindi Mzimela, Miss Patricia Seery, Mr. Jabulani Mthembu, Mr. Fana Zungu, Mrs Staff Dlamini, Mr. Qunta Mbele, Mr. Mandla Langa, Mr. Zozmus Khumalo, Lieutenant General Bonginkosi Solomon Ngubane, who is a Divisional Commissioner of Technology Management Services of South African Police Services (SAPS) in Johannesburg, Mr. Enos Mandla Zondi, Mr. Thulani Msomi, Ms Lindiwe Shabalala, Mrs. Busisiwe Radebe - Ntombela, to mention a few.
My first dismissal under the KZN Education came when I was principal at Inhlakanipho High School, which I had developed and upgraded. I left Inhlakanipho in 1983. Instead of my employers investigating the rebellion of six of my teachers, they decided to "dismiss" me. From this situation, I became the Department's football, which was kicked from left to right.
My career downfall, as an educational administrator, began here at Inhlakanipho High School, in KwaMashu. Curiously, KwaMashu is the place where my career as an educator had started. After my dismissal, it became the place where my downfall began. Whatever they did to me, at Inhlakanipho High School, my name remains on the plague, on the verandah, just as you enter the principal's office. History will, definitely, pronounce me, as either the best educationist in KwaZulu, or among the best. What a pity, I will not be there to appreciate those accolades.
Electrical Wiring Apprentice | Construction | Pittsburgh Electrical
Pittsburgh, United States of America | January 1981 - December 1981
Building, Construction and Engineering
After I had finished my Ph. D. degree, in 1980, although I was on a study leave, from the Department of Education and Training, I was not allowed, by my new employers, the KwaZulu Education and Culture Department, to return to South Africa. So when I went to the South African Embassy to complain, I was eventually allowed to stay in America, despite the clause I signed, that I would return home after completing my studies.
The real problem here was that, when I went overseas, my friend and boss, Dr O D Dhlomo, and I had entered into a gentleman's agreement, which he did not want to honor, at this stage. Since I would return as the first employee, in the Department, with a doctorate, we agreed that I would become the first Black Superintendent General of the Department of Education, after Mr G. L. Steyn.
Later, while I was still studying, we agreed that we would give chance to his uncle, Mr J. E. Ndlovu, because he would be retiring in two years' time. We agreed that I would come over, after Mr Ndlovu had served his first year, to be his understudy. When he had tasted the position, he was no longer willing to let go. This was to be the beginning of my problems with the KwaZulu Department of Education and Culture.
So when I was given permission to stay in America, I took up the electrical apprenticeship post, as I had studied electrical wiring, at Pittsburgh's Connely Community College. I continued, however, to fight for my return to South Africa, even if I no longer occupied the promised position. For I was eager to put to practice what I had learned.
With the help of my attorney friend, Mr Ernest Sipho Mchunu, I was allowed to go back home, but back to Inhlakanipho, which was now a High School, as principal. I then quit my job as an electrical apprentice and returned to South Africa.
As my former circuit inspector, Mr du Toit had warned me, when he wanted to make me an inspector, as against me going overseas, things were no longer the same, when I returned. I was to experience severe persecution, as the highest qualified employee, in a junior post. On arrival, I was made to go and tell the acting principal, Mrs Dennis Hlabisa to vacate my post. At least I pleaded with Mr Ndlovu to offer him a principalship post, as he was used to being a principal, rather than demote him. He did.
I arrived in South Africa, in January 1982. I left not only my apprenticeship job, but also my family in America. Fortunately I took the skills with me, which I still use to date.
Substitute Teacher | Education | Pittsburgh Public Schools
Pittsburgh, United States of America | September 1978 - May 1980
Academia, Education and Training
I used to be called to teach in the place of teachers, who were sick. I would replace them, usually for one day. I would get calls, usually in the mornings to drive to various high schools, in Pittsburgh Public Schools. I taught English. One thing I learnt while teaching in American schools, is that, you don't teach an American child anything that is not true. In other words a teacher cannot teach anything that s/he believes, no matter what the source is. As in our courts of law, in American schools you teach nothing, but the truth.
Part Time Student Assistant | Audiovisual | University of Pittssburgh
Pittsburgh, United States of America | September 1978 - May 1980
Arts, Culture and Entertainment
I operated film projector. I used to show various students, in their lecture rooms, educational movies, which were prescribed by their professors. One of these, was a movie of lesbians. I also showed a movie of Nazism, and another about Apartheid.
Principal (Initial Term of Office) | Education | Inhlakanipho High School
Durban, South Africa | February 1974 - January 1977
Academia, Education and Training
Inhlakanipho Secondary School is the second school I headed, in my professional career, in February 1974, after heading Deyi Secondary School. I got principalship of this school under strange circumstances. Coming to KwaMashu, was, for me, returning home. For my career as a teacher and life as an adult, started here, at KwaMashu.
When I applied for principalship at KwaMashu, in 1973, all post primary schools, in KwaMashu, needed principals. I had hoped to be given the principalship of Isibonelo High School, the biggest and most prestigious school in KwaMashu. The reasons are, its principal, Mr Godfrey T. Hadebe (GT) was leaving to become an inspector (Superintendent). Further, among all the applicants, with and honors degree, I was the highest qualified applicant. Lastly, I was already an experienced principal, who had taught at Isibonelo High School, for many years before I was promoted to the principalship of Deyi Secondary School.
Unfortunately the outgoing principal of Isibonelo, and my former boss, GT, did not want me there or anywhere, in KwaMashu. This is, perhaps, because, inter alia, while I taught at Isibonelo, we had become enemies, after I discovered that he had been responsible for badmouthing me, when I was recruited, by Mr Ncama to take up the principalship of Deyi Secondary School. So, while I was at Deyi, he still harboured that grudge.
So, this time, after seeing my application at the School Board's office, GT took it and wrote some comments on it. I was informed by my former loyal colleague, at Isibonelo High School, Mr Mandla Enos Zondi about this. After receiving this information, I then threatened to sue the KwaMashu School Board. That forced them to give me a principal job in one of the schools, in the township.
They decided not to employ me in their big and old High Schools, like Isibonelo and Mzuvele High Schools, or a new Zakhe Secondary school, in which I could establish myself. Instead they gave me the principalship of Inhlakanipho Secondary School, which was a year old, a school which was headed by Emmanuel Khanyile, who had been promoted from Mzuvele High School, in KwaMashu.
The school committee chairman of Inhlakanipho Secondary School was Mr Madubane, who was known to be very strict and difficult. I believe they had hoped, by us working together, he would soon do the dirty work for the KwaMashu School Board, and bump me out of their school system. Unfortunately, as a result of the meticulous way in which I did my work, that made this gentleman to be very proud of me. Later he was to defend me against victimization I experienced there.
When I arrived at Inhlakanipho, in February 1974, there were 476 learners. I increased this number to 1 300 learners, when I left in 1976. By the time I left, we had 36 teachers, and 5 heads of department (H.O.D.) posts, although I was not allowed to recruit the deputy principal and the heads of department. During this time, Inhlakanipho Secondary School was, probably, the biggest post primary school in KwaZulu. In 1975 the "Ilanga" put it as having obtained the highest passes among KwaZulu day schools in Junior Certificate "J.C", examination. J.C. was the first externally examined class, at the time.
In 1976, I left Inhlakanipho Secondary School in order to complete my LL. B degree, at the University of Zululand. I was so passionate about becoming a lawyer, that I felt the time had come, and I didn’t mind leaving a lucrative post like the principalship of a big school like Inhlakanipho Secondary School, in order to satisfy my passion for law.
At varsity I met people like Mrs Buyi Dlamini - Simelane, Themba’s wife, who was later very much involved in Inkatha politics, as a member of parliament, in Cape Town. I met Qunta Mbele, who, inter alia, was a brilliant tennis player. I also met, Miss Busi Radebe, Rev. Vusi Radebe’s elder sister. Lastly, but not least, during this time, I met Miss Nombulelo Kobus, from No. 62, NY 108, Gugulethu Township, Cape Town. She was a fellow law student. Nombulelo and I were very close.
Unfortunately, my return to varsity, this time, coincided with the beginning of the 1976 riots. When the university was temporarily closed, I returned to my principal post at Inhlakanipho.
When I left Inhlakanipho, on a study leave, in order to complete my law degree, I left the school in the hands of Mr Thulani Msomi, whom I had recruited from Zakhe High School, as he was persona non grata there. Mr Enos Mandla Zondi was also another persona non grata at Isibonelo. I also saved him by taking him to Inhlakanipho Secondary School.
When I announced to the KwaMashu School Board that I was to leave Inhlakanipho Secondary School and go to America, the KwaMashu School Board, led by their chairman, Mr. Zeph Dhlomo, threatened me that they would stop my departure, if I didn't give them the high school, which I had promised them. To circumvent this, I decided to organize, for about 30 days, an official opening of the school, with the assistance of some community members like Mrs. Mnguni, a very active business woman. In this opening function, I petitioned the current Minister of KwaZulu Education and Culture, Mr. J.A.W. Nxumalo and the eThekwini Municipality administrator, to grant the school the high school status. They agreed.
After organizing an official opening of Inhlakanipho, in November 1976, I left the school and the country, in January 1977, in order to pursue my studies, in America. I recommended Mr Sydney Dube, my former colleague, at Isibonelo, to take over the reins, as I didn't find any fitting teacher, among my staff, to take over the reigns. Today, if you went to Inhlakanipho High School, a plaque next to the principal's office, shows this official opening.
Academia, Education and Training
As a teacher, at Isibonelo High School, I was very active in extra curriculum activities. I played tennis and I was also a ballroom dancer, at Durban Y.M.C.A., Beatrice Street. It is during this time that I won the Natal Open Tennis Championship and the South Coast Tennis Championship. I was also active in choral music festivals, not only as a conductor, but as a program director.
One day, in 1970, while I taught at Isibonelo High School, in KwaMashu, Durban, I directed the High School Choral Music Competition, held at Beatrice Street Y.M.C.A. While waiting for choirs to take the stage, I used to make comments. The comments I made related to school management, the do's and don'ts. With an honors degree, in psychology, I was better qualified than most principals, in South Africa. Most Blacks, who went to the university, used to be satisfied with a bachelors degree. I wasn’t. Despite my high qualifications, at 30 years of age, I had no ambition of becoming a principal. As far as I was concerned, when I made the comments, I was just sharing my knowledge and experience with my colleagues in the profession. Little did I know the impact my comments made to some of the educational leaders in the audience.
When I stepped down, as program director, for Mr. Moumakwa to relieve me, I was called by Mr. Nettleton Machibi Zondi, my friend and former boss, at Mtwalume Secondary School, in 1962. During this time, he was then principal of Lamontville High School. He introduced, to me, an Inspector of schools, Mr. Ncama, from Ixopo Circuit. Mr. Ncama told me he wanted me to take up principalship of either Deyi Secondary School or Nokweja Secondary School, in his circuit. He, however, gave me time to think about the whole thing.
Prior to this time, I had been approached by Mr. Molefe of Stanger, who implored me to take up principalship of Tshelenkosi Secondary School, in Stanger. This school was headed by our principal, Mr. G. T. Radebe, before he joined us. So on Monday, I related the whole story to my deputy principal, the veteran Mr. Zozmus Khumalo, who had taught with my father, Mr. Elton Maqhinga, Mkhize, at Indaleni Primary School, many years ago, for advice.
Mr. Khumalo told me that Tshelenkosi Secondary School has had many great principals, like Mr. "Bumper" Ndlovu, former principal of Makhumbuza Secondary School. He felt that if I took principalship of Tshelenkosi High School, I would be compared with such great principals, and, maybe, I would not stand out, or if I did, it would take me long to do so. He encouraged me, therefore to consider Mr. Ncama's offers.
Between Deyi Secondary School and Nokweja Secondary School, he reasoned that Deyi Secondary School had more opportunities than Nokweja Secondary School. He said that Deyi Secondary School had never had a long lasting principal. He reasoned, if I went there, I would definitely leave my mark on the sands of time.
With his advice, I decided to accept the Deyi Secondary School offer. So, without applying for principalship, I had to make my choice among many schools. People, during these times applied for principalships, but I didn't. It was offered to me. This pattern of being offered posts, was to be the order of the day, as I advanced in my educational career.
Once I made up my mind about Deyi Secondary School, I then went to relate my story to my principal, Mr. Godffrey Thembinkosi Radebe, usually known as “GT”, who was my friend also. He advised me to phone our White Circuit Inspector, so that he heard the whole story from me, first hand, rather than receiving it second hand. He gave me the school phone to use. He commented that, I would make a brilliant principal. In fact, from that time, he said, he was going to take me as a principal.
After agreeing to take up principalship of Deyi Secondary School, I waited for the appointment letter, from the Ixopo Circuit Inspector, Mr. G. L. Steyn. Unfortunately it never came. On the other hand, my colleague, Mr. Zeph. Radebe, from the Ixopo region, used to tell me that the locals were expecting me, and they wondered why I was still at Isibonelo High School.
I waited, in limbo, for a very long time. Anyway, it really didn't matter, with me. For I enjoyed teaching, and, after all, I had never had hopes of becoming a principal, in the first place. It was thrown to me, and I accepted it as it came. So if it was no longer forthcoming, it still didn't matter to me.
One day I was visited by Mr. N. M. Zondi, my friend, and my former boss, at Mtwalume secondary School. He told me that when my principal, Mr. G. T. Radebe, was asked to comment about me, he said negative things about me. With those comments, the Ixopo Circuit could not proceed to appoint me.
As soon as I heard that, on Monday, I approached Mr. Radebe in his office. I expressed my disappointment with him for deceiving me. To me, he was my friend, whom I transported from place to place as he didn't have his own car. Further, I used to connect him with ladies, in KwaMashu, as I was popular with women, as he had observed, when he solicited my assistance. From that day, I declared war between us. That war, went on until he died.
When I had lost all interest in principalship of Deyi or any school, for that matter, I received an appointment letter from Ixopo, in 1970. I had been promoted to take up principalship of Deyi Secondary School, as from January 1971. When I asked the Black inspector, Mr. Ncama, what had happened, what had caused all the delay, he told me that they did their own investigation, after the negative report by my principal, and they discovered that they had been misled by Mr. Radebe.
When I was promoted to the principalship of Deyi Secondary School, in 1970, I was a young man of 30 years of age, something, again, which was not known at the time. In fact I was supposed to take up the principalship of this school much earlier. But then there was this debate, as to whether I was grown up enough to head a school, let alone post primary school. Eventually the officials decided to put emphasis on my perceived abilities, rather than focusing on my age. I proved them right, when they finally called me. I took up principalship after 8 years of teaching.
After receiving the appointment, I visited the school, during the December holidays. I was accompanied by Mr. Sylverius Mkhize, my former school mate at The University of Zululand, and current teacher at Deyi Secondary School. As he took me around, on the gravel road of the area, we met one very influential member of the community and the school, the much feared Mr. Gilbert Yeni, "uJijiji" who was walking.
We stopped our car and greeted him. Sylverius introduced me to him. I told him, inter alia, that I was aware that he wanted to have a high school status placed on Deyi Secondary School. I then promised him that, as long as they left me alone to do my work. He was pleasantly shocked to hear that request and he promised to cooperate with me.
Indeed, in our first school committee meeting, in 1971, he asked the other members to allow me to show them what I had on my sleeves for the school. I wasted no time, at Deyi Secondary School. I gave the school a telephone. It was, unbelievable that a rural school could have a telephone. That was just the beginning. I managed to work with the local authority in providing spring water for the school, which was a precondition for upgrading the school to a high school. Once we got water, I started by building a beautiful laboratory.
It is the preparation for this laboratory, which caused me to earn the title of "terrorist", by the Afrikaner regime, I was in Pretoria, at the time, attending a principals' conference, at Vlakfontein. One day, I asked my tutor, to drive me to see a laboratory at Marist Brothers, in Pretoria, as I wanted to establish one for my school. On the way he asked me what I would do, if the terrorists (ANC) asked me for food and accommodation. I replied that I would respond positively. From here I earned the title, "terrorist", which is in my professional file now.
Further, I was responsible for the upgrading of Deyi Secondary School, to Mqhakama High School and organizing an official opening of the school, after it had been operating for many years. In this party we slaughtered 13 cows and invited Pholela Institute to bring their horses and band to grace our occasion. This function was attended, among many of my Durban friends, by Dr. Oscar D. Dhlomo, who later became the MEC for education in KwaZulu, and Mr Sipho Ernest Mchunu, who was a lawyer.
In 1974 I got married again. Soon after my marriage to my second wife, Thembeka Hlatshwayo of Lamontville, in January 1974, I left the school in February 1974, to take up the principalship of Inhlakanipho Secondary School. When I left, I had fulfilled my promise of giving this community a high school. Because of this achievement, which was a forerunner, for many rural high schools in the area, I became idolized in the area.
Some of my students here are Dullard Jili, who became a principal, Mr Teddy Buthelezi, whom I taught tennis at the school. He later became a tennis coach in Durban. One of the students, here, was Mr Cecil Conrad Mngonyama, who taught at Ogwini Comprehensive High School, in Umlazi. Besides tennis, which I introduced, I played soccer with my students here.
Teacher (Post Level 1) | Education | Isibonelo High School
Durban, South Africa | April 1968 - December 1970
Academia, Education and Training
I joined the Isibonelo High School staff, from Christ the King High School, in Swaziland, in April 1968. As things were no longer smooth between me and some community members, at Hlathikulu, during the Easter holidays I went home, in Durban, South Africa.
While there, I approached the KwaMashu School Board. I applied for a teaching post in one of their KwaMashu schools. When the School Board realized that I was not only better qualified than all their teachers, and principals in KwaMashu, and that I was also highly qualified in Afrikaans, they hired me to teach Afrikaans at Isibonelo High School. This school was then headed by Mr Ziqubu, from Ladysmith. He was the previous KwaMashu School Board Secretary, who, although very successful in running the school, did not have a university degree, which was a requisite for the post. Because of my rare high qualification in Afrikaans, the Board conferred to me, the honor of being responsible, also, for supervising the teaching of Afrikaans throughout KwaMashu high schools.
Our competent charismatic school principal, Mr Ziqubu, unfortunately, did not live long after my arrival there. He took his retirement. My colleagues, because I was more qualified than all of them, asked me to apply for the post of a principal of the school. I took that for a joke. How could I, at twenty nine years of age, during that time, apply to be a principal, for a high school for that matter? So I didn’t apply. Unknown to me, my colleagues submitted an application on my behalf. I didn’t take that application seriously. To my shock and surprise, I learnt, later, that I was running neck and neck, with Mr G. T. Hadebe, who was then the principal of Tshelenkosi High School, near Stanger, in KwaZulu. At the end, the post was given to the experienced and mature Mr Godfrey T. Hadebe.
After Mr Radebe’s arrival, at Isibonelo High School, suspecting that he might hear that I was competing with him for the post, I conceded defeat to him. He and I became friends, thereafter. In fact, since he didn’t have a car, we were often seen going together in my car. He liked women a lot. So he used to ask me to connect him.
As a teacher, in this school, I was very popular among the learners and their parents. Maybe this was because I was also a resident of KwaMashu. Unfortunately this popularity translated very negatively to my boss, at a later stage. He began to suspect that, there was an unholy attempt, to unseat him and put me in his place. Our friendship turned sour, then.
Before we parted ways, one good incidence demonstrating our friendship took place. I had received one tempting offer from one Circuit Inspector, Mr. Ncama, from Ixopo circuit. He asked me to take up principalship of either Deyi Secondary School or Nokweja Secondary School. When I revealed this offer to our deputy principal, the veteran Mr Zozmus Khumalo, he suggested that I take up the principalship of Deyi Secondary School. After I had agreed to take up the principalship of Deyi Secondary School, I then disclosed this information to Mr Radebe. We were still in good speaking terms during this time. To show, what, I thought, to be his appreciation, he immediately gave me his office phone to use. He asked me to inform our Circuit Inspector, about my proposed promotion, so that he got the information from the horse’s mouth. I did that and all was fine.
Unfortunately after he had gone to Pretoria, for some official duties, Mr Radebe came back with a story that students said they wanted me to be the principal of Isibonelo High School. He was, in fact, misinformed. What actually happened was that, students told me, in class, one day, that they had heard somewhere, that I was going to become the principal of Isibonelo High School. So they asked me, if that was true. I denied that. Unfortunately Mr Radebe’s informer did not report to him that I denied that rumor. He then believed in a conspiracy theory to oust him. We then began to have bitter enmity, until I left the school, in December 1970, in fact, until he died.
As a teacher, at Isibonelo High School, I taught the likes of Dr. Jeff Radebe, the former Minister of Justice in South Africa, Mrs Lillian de Beer - Mkhize, the twins Mrs Bertina Jempi MaMchunu Nxumalo and Mrs Gloria Dudu MaMchunu Moeli, Mrs Vigness Jabu MaNdlovu Mdluli, Mr Johnny Dimba, the Entertainment Law Practitioner, Lieutenant General Bonginkosi Solomon Ngubane, and Mrs Nomusa Nothando MaHlabisa Shandu.
Some of the teachers with whom I taught here are Mr Patrick Nkunzi, Mr Zozmus Khumalo, Mr Briggs Ntombela, Mrs Mildred Msomi, Mr Enos Mandla Zondi and Mr Zeph Hadebe.
My child born when I taught at Isibonelo High School, in January 23, 1970, was Ntombizethu “Zethu”, Nomonde Khoza, born from Phumzile Audrey Khoza, a physiotherapist, from Ndwedwe.
Deputy Principal | Education | Hlathikulu High School
Hlathikulu, Swaziland | January 1968 - March 1968
Academia, Education and Training
After leaving C.N.A., I waited, at home, for a long time, for an invitation letter to report at KwaShaka Secondary School. The School Board Secretary, Mr Mtshali, who was alleged to be accepting bribes, did not give me a letter sending me to the school. Consequently I decided to accept an invitation, by my former Mtwalume Secondary School colleague, Mr Rodney Phila Cele to teach at Christ the King High School. Mr Cele was the principal of Christ the King High School, in Hlathikulu, Swaziland. At this school, where I acted as his deputy, I taught Zulu to the Swazi learners, because during this time, Swazi had not been taught as a written language.
I was very active in community affairs of this elite community of doctors, nurses, teachers, businessmen and all high profiled individuals. These people had a dance club to which these professionals and businessmen belonged. Soon after my arrival, I attended a controversial A.G.M. meeting of the members of the Hlathikulu Dance Club. With my legal background I solved a lot of their constitutional problems, in this meeting. When the elections took place, surprisingly, I was unanimously elected as the new chairman, replacing Dr Phiri, who worked at Hlathikulu Hospital. That was the beginning of problems for me, at Hlathikulu.
Dr Phiri didn't like to be replaced by an ordinary teacher, whose secretary he then was. He then organised the Swazi people to denounce me. While he was trying to influence some members to denounce me, other Swazis, like Mr Thabedze of Hlathikulu High School, who had been canvassed to replace me, liked me more, for what I stood. So the group was divided into two. In the meantime I was always summoned to the Hlathikulu police station, where I was interrogated by the Swazi special branch, an experience I didn’t have at home.
During this time, it was not uncommon to find a South African hanging. So I did not find it comfortable to hold on to this position, any longer. I remember Mr Mabuza, the principal of Hlathikulu primary school, begging me to forgo the position and enjoy Swazi high salaries. The Swazi government paid higher salaries, compared to South African government, during this time. That is why many South African flocked to Swaziland.
I had distinguished myself, in this small community, not only as a good teacher, a good community leader, but also a good sportsman. The whole of Swaziland knew about my brilliance as a tennis player. I gave Dr Pearce, who worked at Hlathikulu Hospital, a very good player, a lot of thrashing. While I was a big noise at Hlathikulu, my friend, my compatriot and home boy, Moses Ndlela, was also a dominant tennis player in Manzini. My dancing abilities made me very popular in Hlathikulu too. Consequently I snatched professional nurse, Miss Lina Khumalo from Dr Phiri, the man I dethroned as chairman. That exacerbated our quarrels with him. So when I went home, for Easter holidays, I looked for another teaching job, at KwaMashu Township, where I lived.
Social Worker | Welfare | Cripple Care Association
Durban, South Africa | January 1967 - May 1967
Government, Public Administration and Defence
While I studied for an honors degree in Psychology, at The University of Zululand, in 1966 to 1967, I was approached by the Head of the Department of Social Work. She had taught me social work, for the previous three years. She was recruiting me for a position in Cripple Care Association, based in Natal. I declined the offer, because I was no longer interested in social work. She said she had been asked to get a good student to open a Natal Cripple Care Association agency. She felt I was the right person to start that organization. She promised me that I would not only be a social worker, but, being the first social worker in this organization, I would also be an administrator. I was also offered an attractive salary.
After some serious amount of persuasion, I accepted the offer. So after I had written my psychology honors degree examination, in February 1967, I then took over this social work position.
This agency operated at KwaMashu Poly Clinic and at Emathupheni Cripple Care Association, in Umlazi. This whole organization was under a White professional nurse, who worked with a Black professional nurse, Sister Khuluse of Umlazi. There was also a crippled White caregiver, who the Black people nicknamed Nomusa (the kind one), because she used to hand to them donated clothes and food.
Unfortunately the White professional nurse, who had been in charge, before my arrival, was not happy with me, a Black person, who, by virtue of his profession and qualification, wielded a lot of power. She used to ask me why a White social worker was not appointed in my post. She made my job very difficult. Since I had no predecessor, I had nobody to mentor me.
So to establish, exactly, what my duties were, I had to visit Cripple Care Association, in Johannesburg, at my own expense. As in most cases, when I was in Johannesburg, I was housed by my former Sobantu Secondary school mate, Mr. Elijah Mikhize (Ndaba). Elijah "Wawa" Mkhize was like my own brother, the way he was helpful to me, whenever I stayed at his 1373 Tello Street, CWJ home. He used to take care of my needs, like a father would do.
Before I left Durban, I submitted a report to Nomusa, spelling out my frustrations. As a result of this report, when I returned from Johannesburg, she gave me a dismissal letter. Curiously, as she handed me this letter, she asked me what I was going to do next, that is, where I would work after my dismissal. I told her I was a qualified teacher, who had a short, but good track record. I was sure that, unlike in her organization, I would be well received there. I think she expected me to apologize about what I had put down in my report. I didn’t.
I then went straight to see the Circuit Inspector who had given me my first teaching job, in 1962, Mr H. E. Hallowes. When I met him, he told me he had heard, allegedly, from my White colleagues at Cripple Care Association, that I was troublesome. I asked him, who knew me better, he or his informers? He then, without hesitation, took me back to teaching. He told me he wanted to make me a deputy principal, at KwaShaka Secondary School, in January 1968. Unfortunately this didn't happen. I never got a letter of invitation.
Sales Representative | Retailing | Central News Agency (C.N.A.)
Durban, South Africa | June 1967 - December 1967
Consumer Goods, Fashion and Retail
When I left Cripple Care Association, rather than wait, at home, for the promised post at KwaShaka Secondary School, in 1968, I decided to look for another job, which I would do, in the meantime. I accepted an offer at The Central News Agency (C.N.A.), in Durban. Here I was employed as a sales representative, selling text books to various schools, which we visited throughout the province. There were two of us, Mr Edgar Dhlomo, the elder brother of Dr Oscar D. Dhlomo and I.
A few weeks after having joined this company, my boss felt that I had picked up a wrong job, for myself. He said this because I used to spend a lot of time reading the books, which I wanted to sell to teachers. As a result, I didn't have many sales, as compared to my colleague. However, the teachers I spoke to used to be very proud of me. I remember the comments made, one day, by Professor Ndaba, when he taught at Appelsbosch College of Education. Because of the way I described the books I sold to him, he asked me, if my boss knew what a genius they had employed, in me. My boss, however, rightly, did not see that genius in me, because he wanted, sales, not book analysis. I didn’t have those sales. I was, therefore, a dismal failure in this job, because I failed to meet the objectives of my employment.
I did not lose this job, because of my failures, though. I lost my job following a trip I had made to Newcastle. Here I was driving, at night, with some friends in my car. When we were at Kilbarchan, I saw a drunken pedestrian walking on the side of my road. I swerved my car to avoid hitting him. I missed him, but the car overturned. Fortunately nobody was hurt. Some of my passengers just got scratches only. C.N.A. had a policy that if you mess with their vehicle, you were history. So when I arrived at work, they were waiting for me to hand over the keys. True, I didn't fit the job. But as a scholar, I enjoyed the idea of reading many books. That, however, did not help my work, for which I was paid. Yes, I was, truly, a misfit.
After this job, I stayed at home, after all, there wasn't much time left before the schools reopened for 1968. Once they opened, I would then go to KwaShaka Secondary School, to join the principal, Mr Ngcobo, from Mtwalume. That never happened.
Teacher (Post Level 1) | Education | Makhumbuza Secondary School
Durban, South Africa | March 1966 - March 1966
Academia, Education and Training
I dropped my probation job and took up a teaching post at Makhumbuza Secondary School, in March 1966. I had hardly taught there, when, one day, I received a telegram, from The University of Zululand, offering me a scholarship to do an honors degree in Psychology. I consulted my principal, Mr “Bumper” Ndlovu, for advice. He advised me to take the opportunity. I then resigned from the school and left in order to do my honors degree, at the University of Zululand. I taught English and Biology at Makhumbuza Secondary School.
On my arrival at this school, I was embarrassed to discover that I had to teach a lady, I had just begun to date, during the summer holidays. Her name was Miss Nonhlanhla Temperance Funeka, the daughter of the Umlazi businessman, Mr Scott Funeka. At this school, I also discovered my other young friend, Mr Thabo Tshabalala, a Lamontville boy, who used to hero worship me.
Curiously, one day, this lad came to me, and discussed something, which a teacher doesn’t discuss with a student. He asked me to date the beautiful Temperance. My reply to him was brief. I told him I don’t date school girls. I realized that, he was interested in the lady, but because I was a young teacher, he was testing waters, in case I was interested in her, also.
As soon as I discovered that Temperance was a student, at this school, my student, I never spoke to her at all. I simply cut off all ties with her. When I saw her in the company of Thabo, I was disturbed, but never revealed my feelings.
Strangely, many years after she had left school, she married another former friend of mine, who became a religious person, Prophet Londa Shembe of Ekuphakameni Baptist Church. We had parted though. We parted as soon as I discovered that she was my student. Even after this period, we never discussed our relationship.
When I taught at Makhumbuza Secondary School, I was, after all, happily married to Bella Busisiwe Magagula of Mjindini, Barberton. We already had one child, Thandiwe’s, born January 23, 1965. We lived at 5 Nathi Mjoli Lane, Section D, at Umlazi, a house I had recently obtained for my new family.
As I taught at Makhumbuza Secondary School, Bella taught at Swelihle Secondary School, also in Umlazi. It was very easy, those times, to get a teaching post. In fact many people became teachers because of this reason.
Probation Officer (Social Worker) | Health and Social Welfare | Department of Social Welfare
Durban, South Africa | February 1966 - February 1966
Government, Public Administration and Defence
When I left Child Welfare Society, I wanted to go back to teaching. My immediate need, as a newly wed, was getting a house for my young family. Applying for a house meant falling in a waiting list.
One easiest way to get a house, quickly, was to work for government. Being a social worker, I decided to apply for the position of a probation officer. My main aim for taking this job, was to get a house quickly.
I then took up a job with the Department of Social Welfare, in Durban. Here I worked with the likes of Messrs Gubevu and Eustace Mbonambi. As soon as I got a house, I then resigned in order to take up a teaching post, at Makhumbuza Secondary School, in 1966. So I was a probation officer for a very short time.
Social Worker | Social Welfare | Child Welfare South Africa
Durban, South Africa | November 1965 - December 1965
Government, Public Administration and Defence
Soon after completing my social work degree, I was employed by Durban Child Welfare Society, then in Old Fort Road, almost opposite where SABC is found today. This was at the end of 1965, almost straight from the university. Our boss was Miss Whittaker. What I remember about this job is that I was in very good books of my boss. When she accepted my resignation, she begged me not to leave social work. The male social workers I worked with here are, Professor Victor Siphindoda Nzimande, and Mr Njonga. The male social workers used to travel on motor cycles, while the ladies drove cars. The other social workers I worked with here are Mrs Nondumiso Mtolo - Dlamini, and Mrs Julia Khanyile. Mrs Dlamini later became a lecturer, in Social Work, at The University of Zululand.
I left this job, because I didn’t want the attention I received from the mothers of the children, I had to work with. I just felt that this job was going to ruin my morals. So I decided to run away, as it were. I have never discussed this with anybody. Otherwise, I was very happy at work.
Holiday Jobs given by my bursar | Industry | United Tobacco Companies
Johannesburg, South Africa | 1963 - 1965
Manufacturing and Industrial
During the holidays I used to work at the United Tobacco Companies' factories, in Durban and in Johannesburg, as a labourer. In Durban I used to accompany the salesmen, as they drove, from shop to shop, selling cigarettes. I used to accompany Mr Ralph Gumede of Ndwedwe, KwaZulu-Natal. In Johannesburg, I used to clean the very dirty toilets used by Black people. I ignored suggestions, from my colleague, who cleaned White toilets, not to be meticulous with Black toilets. I cleaned them like they have never been cleaned before. When I left, I told the factory workers, that I was, in fact, a university student, so I was going back to varsity. To my unexpected and pleasant surprise, as I left, they showered me with gifts. That felt real good.
Again this was a useful lesson for me, to never look down upon jobs. In the U.S.A. I did the same, and that attitude has really helped me. I notice, in South Africa, kids say, they don't have jobs. Yet there are many opportunities, which are usually grabbed by foreigners.
Whenever I did these holiday jobs, I used to be accommodated by Mr. Elijah "Wawa" Mkhize, who, as students, at Sobantu Secondary School, used to call himself, "die seurn van Chabazini" (the boy from Chabazini, in Mkhumbane, a slum in Durban). Elijah accommodated me, free of charge, as long as I maintained good relations with his mother, a MaMkhize.
Teacher (Post Level 1) | Education | Mtwalume Secondary School
Mtwalume, South Africa | January 1962 - January 1963
Academia, Education and Training
Mtwalume Secondary school was the first school in which I taught, at the age of 21 years, fresh from varsity. It was then unheard of that such young people, as my group, taught at a post primary school. I was sent to this rural school by the Circuit Inspector, Mr F M Hallowes, much against my will. When he interviewed me for my first teaching post, he said he just felt I would do well in this country school. Personally I had wanted to take up teaching at Adams College, where, he said, he was also the chairman of that school's governing body.
Here I taught Landbou, and Zulu, teaching learners some of whom were far older than I. In a circuit extending from Durban to Port Shepstone, I obtained position 3 in Zulu, after Mr Mdluli of Adams College and Mafika, principal of Mlazi Secondary School. Extra murally, I was in charge of a junior choir, while the principal, Mr N M Zondi, took the senior choir. In my choir rendering, at Mzumbe, I impressed the Minister of Bantu Administration, Dr De Wet Nel, such that he asked my principal, to allow me to record the song, I rendered for him. I was also a coach for soccer and basketball.
I left this school, when I got a United Tobacco Company Scholarship, in 1962, to study social work, at the University of Zululand, in 1963. I taught here with Messrs Rodney Phila Cele, a local boy, and Sam Langa, the elder brother of former Judge President Pius Langa and Mandla Langa. Sam and I came from KwaMashu.
Some of my students here are Mr Dullard Jili, who became principal in one of the schools in KwaZulu-Natal. He was also a businessman. Other students of mine are Phillip Ngcece, Mary Mkhize and Annastasia Nxasana, Prisca's friend, at the school.
I fathered two children, here at Mtwalume. The first was Smangele Wendy, whom I got from Edith Mhlophe Maphumulo, of Mtwalume, on the 4th October 1962. The other was Lindiwe Bhengu, whom I got from Prisca Zama of Mzumbe. Prisca later married Victor Mgobhozi/ Bhengu, the elder brother of Captain Scelo Bhekuyise Guilford Bhengu of Mzumbe. Lindiwe is survived by her daughter, who is qualified in the hospitality trade.
General Laborer | Phoenix Waste Matter Management Center | eThekwini Municipality
Durban, South Africa | November 1959 - January 1960
Environment and Conservation
The first job I ever took in my life was that of a general laborer. I was 19 years of age, having just finished my matriculation, which I failed. This was the first time, in my life, that I failed. This was possible because, I had last seen a classroom in May, 1959, when we, South African students, were dismissed, for political reasons, at Roma College, in Lesotho.
In my first job, I was employed by eThekwini Municipality at Phoenix, at a place where all the night soil from KwaMashu was stored and treated. I was ridiculed by my peers, at KwaMashu, for taking such a filthy job.
It is, however, this job, which opened my opportunities to greatness. I doubt whether I would have achieved what I have achieved, now, if I had not taken this opportunity. When I took it, however, I was not aware that it would open up doors to my successes in later life. I took a job, because, unlike my proud peers, I didn't want to stay at home.
Initially, at this point of employment, I worked with Pondo men, who, unlike my Zulu people, don't make fusses over jobs. They take any job, which comes their way. While I went about with my chores, as time went on, the White boss felt I was smart, young man. So he made me take meter readings, every hour. I did this better, job, diligently, until, one day, my boss said he was going to leave me in his office, to take calls whenever he took a day off. IT IS THE TRANSFER TO THIS SITUATION, WHICH CAUSED A WHOLE TURNAROUND IN MY LIFE, FOR THE BETTER.
One day, when the boss was off, I was sitting in the office, listening to a radio. There was an announcement, that a new college or university for the Zulus was going to be opened, in 1960, somewhere in the rural Zululand. It needed students, especially because many Black people hated the idea of segregated universities, in terms of University Extension Act of 1959. For me, who had not passed my matriculation, I found this to be an opportunity, which, once again, I wanted to exploit.
I phoned the office. I told the officers that I wanted to do Secondary Teachers’ Diploma (S.T.D.). To my pleasure and surprise, I was accepted, even though, without a matric certificate, I did not qualify to attend a university.
I was excited, but later I realized it was folly for me to be excited because I didn't have funds. So the following day, I phoned, again. To my pleasant surprise, I was given a government scholarship.
So, from being an ordinary general laborer, I was to become a post primary school teacher. I later resigned my job and I went to study Secondary Teachers' Diploma (STD) at the University College of Zululand, at KwaDlangezwa, near Empangeni.
This opportunity changed my life, completely. From this diploma, I never looked back. Today, I hold a doctorate, because of this opportunity. I always advise young people never to look down upon any job opportunity, rather to use any opportunity they get, as a stepping stone, as I did. For that job of tendering night soil, has today led to my achieving everything, which I have achieved in life. The White universities, which my people were crying for, would never take me without a matriculation pass. This despised tribal university did, gave me an opportunity to be where I am today, a distinguished academic, educational administrator and a very successful entrepreneur.
I turned the disadvantage into an advantage. Today, many of our Black people have university degrees, because of these, so called, tribal universities. I don't think, however, this was at the back of the minds of our rulers, when they designed them. They were only preoccupied with the practice of separating people according to their racial groups. If I note the progress I have made, to date, I wish I could shout, "Long live the tribal universities, long live"! When we, products of these universities, met with our counterparts, overseas, we did not find ourselves wanting. My academic record, later on, speaks for itself, in support of what I have just said, aquo.
St Francis College, Marianhill pinetown, South Africa (1959)
Roma (Christ the King) College, Lesotho (1958)
Sobantu Secondary School, Pietermaritzburg, South Africa (1957)
London, Canada | June 1985 - September 1985
Higher Education Administration Diploma - Educational Administration
In 1985, I was offered a British Council scholarship, to study Higher Education Administration, with other educational administrators, from different parts of the world. We studied and lived at The University of London.
In my case, I nearly didn’t attend. For during the time, when I was supposed to leave, Mr Lionel Mtshali, who, then, was a Chief Inspector, stationed in Ulundi Head Office, was conducting his quasi commission of inquiry, after Mbumbulu College of Education students had attempted to kill me, under the leadership of Mr Patrick Masinga, one of my teachers. I had to appeal to Mr Mvemve, the Deputy Superintendent General to be released. Mr Mvemve talked to Mr Mtshali to release me. It was during the European Summer, when I arrived in London. I spent three months there.
We were taught by a proud Englishman. He used to boast to us that he did not have a doctorate, because, as an intelligent person, he didn’t have the patience of the people, who had achieved this degree.
He also spoke very badly of American education. Unfortunately he was not aware that some of us, who were in his class, had doctorates. Others, like me, had received these doctorates from American universities, which he so despised.
There isn't much I learnt from his lectures, if I were to be honest. While he spent some time reading American books in order to deliver his lectures, I was quite conversant with the matter he taught, because it was taken from American literature, which I had read.
So one day, my lecturer, after noticing that I discussed, quite freely, the subject matter, which he taught, asked me who, exactly, I was, and where I had studied. He was very embarrassed to learn that I had a doctorate, not only that, but also from the American universities he despised. He didn’t show his embarrassment, but it must have become clear to him, why I was so participative in his class.
At London University, since there wasn't much I learnt, I had plenty free time to myself. So I spent a lot of time visiting London and playing golf, at the London municipal golf course, past Maswell Hill.
I was fortunate to have found my South African friend, with whom I went to Sobantu Secondary School and St Francis College, in Marianhill, Moses Sipho Ndlela. He was studying a master’s degree, in London too. Moses showed me a lot of places, in London. This was a time, when his sister had died. So I used to travel with him to her flat in London.
Pittsburgh, United States of America | May 1979 - September 1979
I studied various trade subjects - Electrical Wiring
After I had completed my Ph. D. comprehensive examination, I had to do a dissertation proposal. This meant I was close to completing my Ph. D. degree. During this time I had my wife and two children, Sdu and Khanya, in America. My wife was studying her junior degree. If I completed my Ph. D. degree, it meant I.I.E. would stop financing me. That would have meant I would have to leave America, lock stock and barrel. I wasn’t ready for this. So I had to devise a plan, which would allow me to stay in America.
I approached the people, who were paying my stipend, I.I.E. in New York. I told them that, as a South African administrator, it is sometimes necessary that we be involved in the construction of our schools. Even if I wasn’t involved, hands on, I needed to know what is going on so that I could be in a good position to supervise the construction thereof. I then asked to be allowed to go to learn about various technical skills, like bricklaying, welding, plumbing, carpentry, etc. When they agreed, I then went to Connely Community School, where I did the various trades, bricklaying, welding, electrical wiring, panel beating, auto mechanic. I, however, specialized in electrical wiring. Truly speaking, I deviated from my Ph. D. studies in order to kill time, acquiring trade skills.
In 2015 I decided to put my technical skills in operation. After demolishing my house, at 4 Melesina Avenue, in Glenmore, Durban, I designed and built a new one, myself. I have named this house, ISINAMUVA (the one who dances last). It could take me a long time to complete it, because I am doing most of the work, myself. Otherwise, I supervise those people I have empowered by giving jobs. Besides the basement, this house will have two floors. I intend developing it to be a guest lodge, in future.
Pittsburgh, United States of America | January 1977 - July 1977
M. S. (Ed.) - Educational Administration
When I left my principalship post, at Inhlakanipho High School, in January 1977, I used my American Fulbright Scholarship at a Catholic Duquesne University, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. On arrival, since I was coming from law school, I applied at law school. As it is very difficult to get to American law schools, I was not accepted, too. So, since I was actually highly qualified in psychology, I then applied to take clinical psychology, as an alternative. Again, I found out that it was very difficult to gain admission in American clinical psychology studies. I was also not accepted here. As an experienced educational administrator, in South Africa, inevitably, my last choice was a master’s degree in educational administration. I was accepted here, not because of my experience, but because there are no restrictions in education.
Once I identified this field, like every student, I was given an academic adviser to guide me throughout my program. He ordered me to take three courses in my first semester. I felt education was too easy, for me to take three courses for a whole semester. So I asked him for the acceptable maximum, which he said was five courses. He put a proviso, however, namely, that, if I took five courses, he would seize to be my adviser. I chose to take five courses and lose him as an adviser. Consequently I finished the whole semester without an adviser.
When the results came out, he asked me, exactly who I was. I think he never anticipated that an African could show signs of intelligence. He then asked me what I wanted to do next. I told him I would appreciate it if he would allow me to complete the two year master’s degree, during the next Summer School semester. He did. The rest is history.
One of the professors, who were also studying a master’s degree, remarked that I put the Americans to shame, when I completed a two year master’s degree in two semesters. This achievement had never been seen at Duquesne University, perhaps in other American universities too.
At Duquesne University I lived in the dormitories with other students, sharing a room. My roommate was Timothy Sheehy, a White law student from California. He was very proud of being of Irish origin. Because I lived with a White, in my room, my friends were, ipso facto, all White. Until I left, I failed to get a Black friend, because the Black students looked at me as a Honkey lover. To mix with a Black, I had to befriend a Black priest, father Augustine, who used to come to say mass at our university. He lived in the neighborhood. Consequently to acquaint myself with the neighborhood vibe, I used to go with him. Otherwise, I did everything else with the While friends.
My association with Tim Sheehy and his friends, made my association with White students, in my classes, easy. It should be remembered, coming from South Africa, this was the first time, for me, to rub shoulders with Whites. I therefore learnt a lot about White mentality, Catholicism, Christianity, American life, and life in general. Now I began to think for myself and made my own decisions. As I intermingled, freely with other students, after having heard testimonies of former priests and nuns, by the time I left Duquesne University, I had lost faith in Catholic faith, and I also hated the fact that I had been indoctrinated. It is here, at Duquesne University, that I jettisoned the Catholic faith, which I had embraced from childhood. To date I have no regrets.
Besides being an academic giant, even in America, I was also highly celebrated in sports. I arrived on the shores of America, having won many tennis tournaments in South Africa. So I pursued my love for competitive tennis, even here. I earned the respect of the Americans, because even among them, I excelled. To calm me down, the American students, at Duquesne University, organized a White high school student, 250 lbs. in weight and 6 foot 4 inches in height - to teach me a lesson. He was accompanied by his coach. So we went around Pittsburgh, looking for an available tennis court. They made an appointment so that we competed in one of the city’s tennis courts.
When this student, accompanied by his coach came to me, at Duquesne, we had to go out in search of a vacant tennis court. It was very difficult to find a hard court to which I was used. We found a clay court. Not realizing that the surface is different from the hard court surface to which I was used, I agreed to play him here. This young man so trounced me, I couldn't believe it. I was so humiliated, by this young man, that I abandoned tennis for quite some time.
The people, who paid my stipend, I. I. E. in New York, told me to return home, because I had completed my master’s degree. I was not ready to do so, however. When I finished my two year master’s degree in six months, my aim was to save money for a Ph. D. degree. My sponsors, on the other hand, argued that they had brought me to America, to study for a master’s degree, which should have lasted for two years. So if I did and finished this degree in six months, they argued that I saved them some money, which could be used by another student. My argument was, my budget was for two years. Knowing my abilities, within two years, I had planned to have finished both the master’s and the doctoral degrees.
While this argument was going on, between my sponsors and myself, I was approached by one White man, who appeared to know my academic abilities. He promised to keep me occupied, in America, writing a certain book. He said he had heard that I was a brilliant student. So he used to take me to downtown Pittsburgh, where he entertained me in one hotel. After his visits, I would narrate the whole story of my meeting with him to my colleagues, at Duquesne University.
When my school mates analysed my story, they suspected that this gentleman was a C.I.A. agent, who had come to recruit me to be a spy. So one day, after I had eaten his lunch, I asked him to identify himself to me. He argued that he had told me, who he was. I told him, I really couldn't say I knew him, because he had never shown me his social security card. I said to him, since he knew me, I also wanted to know him. When he failed to show me his social security card, I put it to him that he was a C.I.E. agent, which, of course he denied. I then asked him to forget about me.
While sitting in limbo, I went to apply for acceptance in a Ph. D. program, at The University of Pittsburgh. After some persuasive arguments, I was accepted. I left Duquesne University for Pittsburgh University, after I had completed my two year master’s degree, in two semesters - a record. I then applied at Pittsburgh University for a Ph. D. in educational administration. This happened not without some incidences.
Pittsburgh, United States of America | September 1977 - December 1980
Ph. D. - Educational Administration
After completing my master’s degree, at the prestigious Duquesne University, I was admitted at Pittsburgh University for my Ph. D. degree, in September 1977. Since I had completed my master's degree long before the two years, which I was allowed by my scholarship, I had to be assisted by the Professor at Pittsburgh University, to source out my outstanding finance.
I then started to enroll in various educational administration courses, in September 1977. After doing course work, I took a comprehensive examination. I realized, again, the danger of speeding up my progress. By this time, as a Pitt student, I had been joined, from South Africa, by my wife, Thembeka, and our first child, Siduduziwe (Sdu). If I left early, they would have been inconvenienced, as Thembeka had also begun her nursing degree studies.
To kill time, I then went to Connelly Community College, to study various trade subjects, in 1979. I returned to Pitt, to do my proposal, in September 1980. I had a tough time choosing a topic, in this stage of my Ph. D. degree. My adviser used to advise me against choosing a topic with political overtones, lest the Apartheid regime arrested me on arrival, in South Africa. Eventually I chose, “The Community Leadership Role of a Black School Principal in South Africa” a topic, which I successfully defended, in December 20, 1980. Writing a Ph.D. degree, from September 1980 to December 20, was, undoubtedly a record.
This is my last academic record. I am saying so, because I started writing my Ph. D. degree dissertation, midway in September 1980, and I completed it in December 20, 1980. I am aware, from the horse’s mouth, that Dr Walter Ngcobo, while lecturing at The University of Zululand, acquired my doctoral degree dissertation, somehow. After scrutinizing it, he admitted, it was written very well. He was not aware, however, that I wrote it in about two months. Credit here should be given to The University of Pittsburgh. They taught us very well. My success, in research, was seen when I taught at The University of The Witwatersrand.
Empangeni, South Africa | March 1966 - February 1967
B.A. Honors - Psychology
After I had started teaching at Makhumbuza Secondary School, in Umlazi, I got a telegram informing that I had been awarded an Iscor Merit Award to do an Honors degree in psychology, at the University of South Africa (University College of Zululand Campus). I then shared the news with my principal, Mr "Bumper" Ndlovu. He encouraged me to take it. I did. That is how I left my teaching post at Makhumbuza Secondary School. During this time, very few Blacks had honors degrees and beyond. At my age, that was, again, a very remarkable achievement, which would always put me ahead of many of my colleagues. Consequently in all schools in which I worked, I was always the highest qualified teacher.
When I was admitted to the honors degree in psychology, in 1966, I was supposed to be the only student. In this Department, there was a young lady, who, at one time, was my very close friend. Her name was Miss Winnie Ngcobo. During this time, Winnie had gotten a scholarship to go and study in America. This meant her post was going to be vacant. Since I was going to be the only person, around, with an honors degree, it was obvious that I would just walk into the post, something she didn't like, unfortunately. In fact, during that time, I had been promised by the registrar that I would be a lecturer in psychology, the following year.
To stop me from moving into this post, this Winnie encouraged her homeboy and my friend, Kenny Cemane, to do his honors degree in psychology, instead of his preferred courses, namely, history and political science. We were then two in the study of honors degree in psychology.
After she had left, when we came to write our honors examination in psychology in February 1967, to my shock and dismay, my fellow honors student, had been appointed lecturer, without advertisement of the post. I rumored from the psychology lecturer, Mr Louis Nene, that the professor and head of department, had told his seniors that, if I was allowed to be a lecturer, I would influence the students to burn the university. So I did not get the post, that way.
While I was studying honors in psychology, I was approached by my previous social work lecturers. They were recruiting me to open a new agency, Cripple Care Association, in Durban. Here I was not only going to be a social worker, but also an administrator, who was going to be paid a negotiated salary. After some persuasion, I agreed. So from my honors degree studies, I went to take up this social work post.
Empangeni, South Africa | February 1963 - December 1965
B.A. (Social Science) - Social Work
While I taught at Mtwalume Secondary School, in 1962, a United Tobacco Companies' Scholarship was advertised in a newspaper. I applied. I saw it and applied. The Vice Chancellor of The University College of Zululand, Dr Cook, who participated in the selection of the applicants, made it easy for me to get the scholarship, because he knew me very well. After all I was one of his 36 students, with whom he had opened the university, in 1960.
I then chose to study social work. For there were too many Black people with B.A. degrees, I reasoned. After one year, at the university, I was challenged by fellow student, my friend, Mr Ernest Sipho Mchunu, who was studying law. He remarked that, we male students studied social work, because we couldn't manage "men’s" courses, that is, law courses.
Knowing me to be a brilliant student, I then took his challenge seriously. I enrolled in Private Law I (Law of Persons and Succession) and Latin. At the end of the year, I beat all the students, who studied this law subject with me. The law professors urged me to switch over to law. To my surprise, even my social work lecturers were urging me to switch over to law. I got to understand their rationale, from Mr Hector Maduma, a former fellow student, who was then a lecturer in social work, together with Mrs Sibongile Ma Bhengu Nene. He told me the White female lecturers felt intimidated by me, in the lectures. Hence their recommendations. I refused to leave social work, because I felt I was being pushed out. Among my reasons for refusing to study law was, as a person who likes truth and honesty, I felt I would not have been happy, after using my high IQ, setting free, people who were supposed to be behind bars.
While studying for this social work degree, instead of doing the prescribed 11 degree courses, I did 14 - a rare achievement. Among the courses I took were law courses and German, as I had hoped to go to Germany, to continue my studies there. Among all the courses I took, I was particularly interested in psychology, in which, together with social work, I majored. I was a very good student at varsity, also, as I had been throughout my earlier school studies.
I distinguished myself in many extra-curricular activities as well. I was a captain and a champion tennis player. I also represented the university in soccer. I was a prominent ballroom dancer. I founded a music cast, "The Varsity Jazz and Variety". In this group I managed distinguished South Africans like Mr Johannes B. Magwaza, and Mr Obed Mlaba, the previous mayor of eThekwini Municipality, who I nicknamed "Elvis". I also had an eye for beautiful girls.
It is here that I met a woman I was to marry, Miss Bella Busisiwe Magagula of Mjindini, Barberton, in 1964. I remember how my bosom friend, whom I found here, Dr Oscar Dumisani Dhlomo used to encourage me to keep trying my luck with Bella, who was the most popular woman, and very much in demand, by young men, who trusted themselves. Even the lecturers tried their hand with Bella. When she finally accepted me, I remember my other friend, Dr Mark Zondo, remarked, "Rush has cracked the granite stone".
In 1964 Bella got pregnant with Thandiwe. As staunch Catholics, then, we could not bear an illegitimate child. So we got married at Barberton, in December 1964. Thandiwe, our first child, was born on the 23rd January 1965. During that time, I used "Rash" as my last name. So Bella and Thandiwe, like me, were Rash.
By this time, my second child, Bongani was born already in August 17, 1964 from my childhood girlfriend, a nurse at King Edward Hospital, Miss Margaret Maud Welcome of Howick. Maud was the last child, in my maternal uncle's wife's family. My uncle was James Mofotsane Rashoalane. Maud, a Colored, was my second girl friend, in life, after Rittah Koekoes Ross, another Colored.
When I wanted to get married, I had to choose between Bella and Maud. The former got my nod for two reasons. First, my mother would not allow me to marry Maud, because she was, in the first place, a Colored woman, who, my mother said, she misbehaved. Secondly, Bella, as fellow student, was close to me, because we were both students at The University of Zululand. As such, it would have been difficult for me to continue my studies, under those circumstances.
I have to point out, Bella denied, at the outset, my paternity of her child. She said she was pregnant of her home boy friend, whose name she never gave to me. She said she had promised this man, who had problems with the other women of his, that she was going to marry him. I suspect, today, judging from her actions, after I had returned her to the university, in 1968, this man, was the old man, born in about 1924, Mr. Ernest Mgebisi Shilubane, whom she married after deserting me.
On hindsight, I feel I should have married Maud. Like Bella to Mr. Shilubane, she remained good to me, until she died at an early age of 40 years, although she was married, when she died. From Bella, after Thandiwe, I got our second child, Solomuzi in August 14, 1967. There are rumors, that this boy was, in fact, Edgar Dhlomo's son. Edgar was Dr. Oscar Dhlomo's elder brother.
My study of B. A. (Social Science) degree did not go without incidences. When I went to write my second paper, in psychology II, a few minutes before the examination started, I just lost memory of everything. I had to learn everything from my preparation notes, which necessitated my entering late in the examination room. I remember telling my best friend, then, Richard "S'lwane Vilakazi that I was going to be late for that paper.
This condition happened, again, when I wrote social work III. In this instance, I had to be assisted by my wife, Bella, who had to teach me, literally, from the examination notes I had prepared.
I sometimes suspect I failed Social Work III. I used to suspect that the course was given to me, because I was ether the best or the second best student in Social Work, as I competed with Professor Victor Siphindoda Nzimande.
This amnesia happened to me, for the first time, when I wrote my first external examination, standard 7, in 1955. Here, the best student, in class, as I was, I just forgot arithmetic in which I excelled. My teacher did not believe me. Again, I have always suspected I was pushed here, because when it came to other subjects, I think I wasn't far from making totals in the whole examination.
While I did my first degree, I used to do holiday work, at my sponsor's company, UTC, in Johannesburg. During this time, I used to stay at Elijah "Wawa"'s home. in Soweto. Whenever I received my examination results, Elijah used to ask me, since when I became intelligent, because, at Sobantu he said he knew only Lesley Dudu Ngcobo and Dumisani Russell Mkhize, as intelligent students. He was surprised that they were not doing well at the university, while I was excelling.
I did so well in psychology III that I was given the Iscor Merit Award to study an Honors degree, which I did, the following year.
Kwa Dlangezwa, South Africa | January 1960 - December 1961
Secondary Teachers' Diploma (S.T.D.) - All Subjects
My tertiary education started when I became the 32nd student, enrolled at the newly established University College of Zululand, in 1960. At that early age, I was coming, from a work environment, where I had, for a few months, been a laborer in a sewage waste station. Our university college was a college, under the administration of The University of South Africa. I was admitted here without meeting the entrance requirements, which was a matric certificate. As I wanted to become a teacher, I came here to study a two year Secondary Teachers' Diploma (S.T.D.). This university college was established in terms of The University Extension Act of 1959. This Act introduced separate universities for various racial groups in South Africa.
Many Black people boycotted this and similar university colleges to an extent that it was difficult for it to get students. Consequently our university college started accepting unqualified people like me. There were many of us, who were unqualified, here. This university college managed to enroll 35 students in 1960. I was the 32nd student to be enrolled here. There were 30 male and 5 lady students. Among the first 5 ladies, Sylvia Moeno became my girlfriend. The first Rector and Vice Chancellor was Dr Cook.
I had a government scholarship, which I had gotten as I worked as a laborer, at Phoenix Sewage station, being employed by eThekwini Municipality. I only passed my matric, an entry requirement, the following year, after writing my supplementary examination in English, in 1960. I wrote it, after writing my S.T.D. courses. The boycott, of this institution, by Blacks, played into my favor, and many others in similar circumstances. I would not have had money to repeat my matric, let alone to go to a university. So I took full advantage of the situation.
Although I had failed matric English, and therefore the whole examination, I was, however, a brilliant student. I proved this as I obtained award after award, later. My first award, ever, was an Afrikaans award, in my Secondary Teachers' Diploma. Although I hadn't done Afrikaans at school, I obtained such high marks, as I trained to be a teacher, that my Professor gave me an exemption, to study for a degree course in Afrikaans. I passed it with a B grade. I then became one of the few Zulu teachers with this high qualification in Afrikaans, in KwaZulu. So from no Afrikaans, I became a sought after teacher, who was highly qualified in Afrikaans, big deal.
As stated, above, I was the thirty second student to be registered at the university. This means I arrived and enrolled after many students had arrived already. Students either lived in single or in double rooms. When I arrived, there was no vacant single rooms. So I had to share a room, with Kenny Benedict Cemane (KB), who later became a lecturer, at The University of Zululand. Our living together, made us to be friends, then, and after we had left the university. Kenny was a brilliant student, who had done his matric at a prestigious Catholic Inkamana High School. It was not a chance that he ended his career being a lecturer at The University College, having obtained a doctorate. It is a pity that he didn't live long. Otherwise, he would have made noteworthy contributions.
Here under is a list of some of the 1960 pioneer male students of The University College of Zululand, as it was called then. Including Kenny Cemane and I, these were: Professor Sibusiso Mandlenkosi Emmanuel Bengu, one elderly Mr Shange, commercial subject teacher, Sibusiso's friend. Both these two gentlemen, unlike most of us, were experienced teachers, when they came to the university college.
Some of the other pioneer male students were Hector Maduma, (He taught at the University later), Paul Paulos Mkhize, from Ntabamhlophe , in Escourt (He headed various schools), Rev. Dr. Elliot Danana Mkhize from Sobantu in Pietermaritzburg (He was a minister in California's churches), Professor Deutoronomy Bheki Z. (DBZ) Ntuli, from Showe Zululalnd (He was a professor at The University of Zululand and an author), Ngqungquthela Nyandeni, from Zululand (He was an inspector of schools), David Buti Mkhatshwa, (DB), from Nelspruit, Mpumalanga, (He worked at Mpumalanga's Head Office), Arthur Mthembu ( A teacher in Soweto) Livingstone Mchunu (A teacher who didn't live long), Christopher Mnyakeni (Another teacher, who didn't live long), and Richard Mfanyana “S’lwane” Vilakazi (Another educator), the four from Soweto, Samuel “Mtsamayi” Mhlongo, Mr Ncanana, alias “Banda” (Commercial Teacher), Thornton Langa Nxasana (A pharmacist), a grown up Mr Zwane (Another pharmacist), Moses Masondo (An Inspector of Schools), and Dr. Bingham Tembe, (who migrated to Germany), Clement Slobi Zondi, from Ashdown, in Pietermaritzburg (who was also in education), his homeboy Mr Thwala (Also in education), Eric Mnguni from Nquthu (An Inspector of Schools), Nicholas Philemon Nkomo from Zimbabwe, and Mr Ngwenya, from Venda.
The ladies who were pioneers in this university were: Dr. Sylvia Moeno, a sociologist from Brakpan in Gauteng (Sylvia's post graduate studies were in America, where she also worked), Mrs. Daphne Sibongile Bhengu - Nene, from Imfume, in the South Coast (She married a psychology lecturer from Sobantu, Mr. Louis Sponono Nene. Like Maduma, she taught sociology, at the University of Zululand), Nancy Pike, from Nigel, Faith Gcabashe, from Ndwedwe, and Rosemary Gamede, from Ladysmith. We had only one foreign student, and a Venda,
When I went to The University of Zululand, it was the first time for me, to come into contact with students, who were not Catholics. All along, I had attended Catholic schools; I am noting this experience, because this contact made some impact in my life. It made me realize, for the very first time, in my life, that we were brainwashed, in our Catholic schools. We were made to believe that, we, as Catholics, belonged to the church of Christ, whatever that meant. Hitherto, consequently I had no respect for anybody, who was a protestant. I even imagined there was something wrong with anybody, who was not a Catholic. I could not understand how they could exist outside the Catholic Church.
When I interacted, on a daily basis, with these people, I found them to be normal, as the people I had interacted with, in Catholic schools. Although I didn’t take any action, after my discovery, this experience, which did not go unnoticed, definitely made more meaning to me, when I lived in an open society, like the United States of America.
I was 20 years when I came to varsity. With an exception of few experienced individuals, like Sibusiso Bengu, Mr Shange, Mr Zwane, Mr. Gasa, Samuel, most of us here were young. We therefore produced a new era, of young people, who were accepted in tertiary education. From this period, universities got infested with young men and women. I completed my Secondary Teachers' Diploma in December 1961, a young teacher of 21 years of age. When we came out to work, the community accepted us in disbelief. We were so young, yet very intelligent and we were well educated, as compared to our predecessors.
I was a very active in extra curricular activities. I played soccer and tennis. I was also a keen ballroom dancer. I was very popular with women. It is during this time that I dated, one of the five initial female students, Miss Sylvia Moeno, who was nicknamed, "uqhomfana". She was, however, mature than I. It is for this reason, that I decided I would not pursue the relationship. For I feared I was going to fail, while the intelligent Sylvia would proceed smoothly. She then dated Elliot Danana Mkhize. Elliot did not have a smooth academic career, while Sylvia sailed through with brilliant grades.
American Youth Exchange Award | 1975
I got an American Youth Exchange Award, for the good work I did as principal of Inhlakanipho Secondary School. Inhlakanipho was mentioned in the "Ilanga" as having achieved the highest passes among day schools, in KwaZulu in 1975. I went to the USA for 45 days, meeting other youth from different African countries.
Metcash Retailer of the Year | 2004
The Metcash group gave me this award for being the best retailer in Umlazi
Business Partners Entrepreneur of the Year | 2003
I was considered the best businessman at the Umlazi Station Shopping Center, an award, which was only won by me. That is, I am not aware of anybody before and after me, who ever received this award.
United Tobacco Companies Award | 1963
It enabled me to study B.A. Social Work degree, at the University of Zululand. When I won this scholarship, I was teaching at Mtwalume Secondary School, in 1962. Although I was a teacher, I decided to study social work, as against B. A. for the reason that many of our Black people had B.A. degrees, when they went to the university.
Iscor Merit Award | 1966
It enabled me to study B.A. Honors (Psychology) at the University of Zululand
British Council Scholarship | 1985
I studied Higher Education Administration at London University. This scholarship was given to many academics, in different countries. Many of the participants had doctorates. Others were professors. Curiously, we were taught by somebody, who did not have a doctorate. Although he spoke badly of people with doctorates, and American education, he used American books for his lectures. He was very embarrassed, when he discovered that, I did not only have a doctorate, but I was also trained in America.
Fulbright Scholarship | 1976
The scholarship allowed me to study M.S (Ed) at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh. The Fulbright Scholarship was given, by Americans, to 6 best students in each country, regardless of race. In 1976, I became one of the six students, in South Africa, to be awarded this scholarship. Our group included Blacks, Coloreds, and whites.
Shortlist and nomination
eThekwini Mayor's Award | 2005
Although I did not win the eThekwini Mayor;s Award, I felt honored for being nominated for this award.
"Ilanga", Thursday - Week End Edition | 2006
This article was written by Menzi Jele. In this article, I threatened to take to court, the KZN Education Department, which was under the MEC, Adv. Ina Cronje, for politically victimizing me, since I returned, from America, with a doctorate, thus becoming the first employee, in KwaZulu Department of Education, to have a doctoral degree.
The Department has orchestrated student strikes, organized by some teachers, against me. Once they happened, I was then removed from that school, and pushed to another troubled school. This torture happened, until I was finally dismissed, after I had accepted a most junior post level 1 job, at Mhawu High School, my thanks to the MEC, then, Dr. Vincent T. Zulu, who ignored the former ban..
In this school, I was dismissed, without following due process, on the 28th October 2002. Before I went to school, I received a letter, from the Department, informing me that I had been dismissed, there and then. My dismissal letter did not even have a date, when it was written. After this event, my file was destroyed, at the Truro Offices, in Durban.
Even in October 2015, the Department has not paid me my pension money or done anything about my illegal dismissal, an unfair labor practice.. I am, however, presently, in October 2015, appealing to the new MEC, Mrs Peggy Neliswa Nkonyeni, to set aside my two dismissals, one on the 9th May 1988, a constructive dismissal, and the other, the last one, on the 28th October 2002, and thereafter pay me my pension..
Since my file has been destroyed, my last day of work, has now been put as 7th December 2000. I am alleged to have been dismissed for misconduct, as I have recently found out. The nature of misconduct, however, is not stated.
Since my return to South Africa, in January 1982, I used to be moved around to many schools in one year. For instance, in 1983, I was moved from Inhlakanipho High School, to Dlangezwa High School. I refused to take this post. I was then moved to Amanzimtoti College of Education. When I queried this move, I was moved to Mtwalume High School, When I got reliable information, that the students had been prepared to kill me, on my arrival, I refused to go there. I was then taken to Esikhawini College of Education.
In 1984, I was moved, from Esikhawini College of Education, to Bhekuzulu College of Chiefs and Indunas, in Nongoma. From there I was moved to Ulundi Head Office. Then I was moved to Umbumbulu College of Education.
From 1985 to 1988, I was moved as follows: From Umbumbulu College, I was moved back to Ulundi Head Office, in 1985. In 1986 I was transferred to Appelsbosch College of Education. In May 9, 1988, I was constructively dismissed from this College and thereafter banned for life, by the MEC for Education, my former friend, Dr. O. D. Dhlomo.
In all the establishments, from which I was transferred, students were organized to strike against me. As if to rescue me, the Department would remove me, and then promote the teacher, who organized students to kill me. He would then take up my position, as the head. It didn't matter what qualifications he had.
After waiting many years to have my dismissals set aside, and my pension paid to me, I then planned to take the Department to court, in 2006. Hence this article. Even as late as October 2015, nothing has happened. This time I have briefed my attorneys to take over, on my behalf. So it is no longer a threat now.
The Mercury | 2007
The article was published in "The Mercury" on the 17th October 2007. It was written by Cheryl Goodenough and is entitled, "Community Strategies". It states that the police are working to change Umlazi status as having one of the highest rates of contact crime in South Africa.
Isolezwe | 2006
"Ibhizinisi lama B&B liyadlondlobala emalokishini" by Nonhlanhla, on 11th July 2006, page 1. The article talks about Mrs Peggy Dlamini's Ndonga's BnB and my KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL, as the two hospitality businesses in Umlazi.
Isolezwe | 2006
An article in the "Isolezwe" by Zwelakhe Ngcobo, in March 28, 2006. It talks about Dr. Thulani Mkhize as the First Durban's Black Golf President, elected at Durban Golf Club 2005 - 2006, It goes, "URUSH MKHIZE KWESOBUNGAMELI" , page 2.
The Times | 2009
This was an article by Nivashni Nair, on Monday, October 26, 2009. The heading went, "No bookings for guesthouse" - Township host relying on Fifa's Match agency to help.
ILanga LangeSonto | 2007
WAMKELEKILE EHHOTELA LASEKASI, an article about KWARUSH BOUTIQUE HOTEL, written by Nana Mbense, in June 14, 2007, page 7.
The Sunday Tribune | 2014
In an article, written by Clinton Moodley, entitled, "The View on your street", dated 21st September 2014, on page 4, Clinton wrote,
"UMLAZI ranked fifth out of the worst 10 precincts for total crimes in KaZulu-Natal this year.
There has been an increase in murder from 122 last year to 133 this year. However the number of murders is still lower than the 2004/ 2005 high of 158. The number of sexual crimes has decreased from 447 in 2004/ 2005 to 340 this year.
Drug related crimes have increased from 973 last year to 1 260 this year.
Umlazi businessman, Thulani Mkhize, who is closely associated with the Community Policing Forum, said the area had become a haven for criminals. He said "police were not doing enough to curb crime". It was also important that residences go back to establishing street committees and neighborhood watches."
Times Live | 2013
In an article, entitled, "Guesthouse dream in tatters", by Nivashni Nair, published on 4th February 2013, Nivashni wrote,
"Thulani "Rush" Mkhize was certain, in May 2010, that the soccer World Cup would make his Umlazi guesthouse and internationally recognized township hangout.
But almost three years later, less than 50 guests have stayed at his multimillion - rand guesthouse.
Mkhize's 20-room Kwa Rush establishment was touted as one of South Africa's biggest township hotels and relied on Fifa's accommodation arm, Match, to save it from becoming a white elephant.
"It is now a white elephant. I have spent at least R10-million on a white elephant," Mkhize said yesterday.
Though the guesthouse was empty during the World Cup, its doors remained open for business.
"I refused to close it because I believed that people would move past the perception [of] the township as a haven for criminals. But I have less than 50 guests stay at my establishment since it opened its doors." he said.
Desperate to put people in beds at Kwa Rush, Mkhize considered letting out rooms to student of the Mangosuthu University of Technology, in Umlazi.
"But it seems that even that is not working."
"I blame the government. They refuse to look our way. If government officials stayed in township establishments during conferences, it would help us. But government officials don't want to stay in the township, so what does that say about our establishments?"
The head of tourism in the eThekwini municipality, Philip Sithole, yesterday agreed that government officials and politicians should be the first to book into B&Bs and guesthouses in the townships.
"I know that accommodation establishments in townships throughout the country are struggling. There really hasn't been a constructive effort in terms of marketing. The government and travel agencies really need to start booking these establishments. And politicians and celebrities should be talking about these hotels - but to talk about them, they must sleep there, they should be doing that," he said.
Sithole said there was still a perception that townships were unsafe and the standard of service poor.
"When people go on a township tour offered by Durban Tourism, they have a tour guide and are in a group so the perception of danger diminishes, but if tourists stay there [overnight] they would be alone or with a partner. These perceptions are still around and affect township establishments nationwide," he said.
The city is working with the Umlazi Community Tourism Organisation to sell the township as a package to tourists.
"We want the accommodation establishments to be in that package.
"If we have an integrated approach, we will get tourism up in these areas, but obviously this would be a long-term project." Sithole said.
"The Sunday Tribune | 1990
DHLOMO LOVE TANGLE
(Retiring politician to be cited in divorce action)
Mdu Lembede and Deon Delport
Published on June 10, 1990
STORMCLOUDS are gathering over the outgoing Inkatha secretary - general, Oscar Dhlomo: a former close friend claims his marriage has been broken up by the KwaZulu politician.
Dr. Rush Thulani Mkhize, an academic formerly based in Pittsburgh in the United States, said this week that he had instructed his lawyers to cite Dr. Dhlomo as co-respondent in his pending divorce before the Supreme Court in Durban.
Approached for comment, an astonished Dr. Dhlomo said, "I know nothing about what Dr. Mkhize is saying. Both Dr. Mkhize and his wife, Thembeka, are long - time friends of my family. It is not only ridiculous but also mind-boggling that there is even a suggestion or rumor that I have a love affair with Mrs. Mkhize."
Since Dr. Dhlomo's announcement that he was resigning all his influential positions - as Inkatha secretary - general, as Minister of Education and Culture in the KwaZulu Cabinet, and those of chairman of the KwaZulu Natal Indaba and the Joint Executive Authority - Durban's cocktail circuit has been abuzz with speculation that his reason might be personal rather than political.
His friendship with Mrs. Mkhize is well known in Natal circles and people have been saying his retirement from politics at this crucial time for Inkatha might be based on fears that his relationship might become a public embarrassment.
"It is clear that people will continue to speculate about the reasons for my resignation in spite of my repeated statements that I want to rest and attend to my family and other affairs," Dr. Dhlomo said.
Speaking from Johannesburg, Dr. Mkhize, who now lectures in educational management at the University of the Witwatersrand, said that his wife had been pressuring him to consent to an uncontested divorce weeks before Dr. Dhlomo's announcement.
He said Mrs. Mkhize, a former KwaZulu Natal Indaba official who was now studying in Philadelphia, had told him she was prepared to forfeit all claims for maintenance for herself and their three children if he agreed to her having custody of them.
"She does not want the matter to be argued openly in court but I am opposing it. After the humiliation, I have suffered, I want Dr. Dhlomo's name to be out in a court of law," Dr. Mkhize said.
It is also known that the two men, both academics, were close friends until Mrs. Mkhize left her husband.
While visiting in the US, Dr. Dhlomo stayed with the Mkhizes in their home in Pittsburgh where Dr. Mkhize was studying for a Ph.D. After the couple's separation, Dr. Dhlomo and Mrs. Mkhize worked together in Durban and at times in Ulundi.
Dr. Dhlomo said he was prepared to defend his name in court if he was cited "as the other man."
More controversy follows in the wake of Dr. Dhlomo's resignation with the Chief Minister of KwaZulu. Dr. Mangosuthu Buthelezi, denying through a firm of attorneys that he asked State President FW de Klerk to try to persuade Dr. Dhlomo not to resign his positions. He said that no word had passed between him and the President.
He also denied that he had offered Dr. Dhlomo the post of Deputy Chief Minister, responsible for leading the Inkatha team in negotiations, and a freehand in the movement's political policy.
"There was no such post (as Deputy Chief Minister) and Dr. Buthelezi has not even thought of establishing such a post," his lawyers said. Such statements were "totally inaccurate and unfair" to Dr. Buthelezi.
"It is regretted that Dr. Buthelezi's genuine, well-wishing farewell to Dr. Dhlomo was not felt standing as it was - a goodbye between two men who had worked together as friends."
His lawyers asked the Sunday Tribune for an apology and a retraction of the report published last week.
Investigations by the Tribune last week revealed that high ranking individuals close to Chief Buthelezi considered contacting President De Klerk or the Minister of Constitutional Affairs, Dr. Gerrit Viljoen, to try to persuade Dr. Dhlomo to stay on.
"Ilanga" | 1982
This was a front page article, written by Guy Vezi, in the "Ilanga" of 18-20 February 1982, Essentially it stated that
I was complaining that my Department of Education was denying me the opportunity to show my skills in running the Department of Education, since I was the only official with a doctorate and the only trained person, in this Department, trained to run educational institutions, especially of this magnitude.
In preparation for this article, Guy was posted, by his boss, the editor, Mr Obed Kunene, at Inhlakanipho High School, where I was principal, for the whole day, until he had an article for the newspaper, he told me.
It is during this visit, that I revealed to Guy, that, I was being persecuted by Dr Dhlomo, because he had reneged on his promise to make me the first Black Secretary for Education (Superintendent General) or Head of Department in KwaZulu. During this time, there was bad blood between Dr Dhlomo and I. Being politically naive, in my public speeches, I, inter alia, aired my being underutilized.
In the article of 18-20 February 1982, Dr Dhlomo, a shrewd politician, told the public, that I didn’t have to be listened to. The article presented me as a spoilt brat. Professor P. C. Luthuli, our common friend with Dr. Dhlomo, who, conveniently, stuck with Dr Dhlomo, was given a whole page to attack me, in the same newspaper.
The truth of the matter is that, Dr O D Dhlomo, who was my friend, dissuaded me, while I was in South Africa, from studying law, for which I had developed a passion. When I went overseas, he promised me that I would, on my return, become the first Black Secretary for Education (Superintendent General), in his Department of Education. He even asked me to join Inkatha Freedom Party, saying that, if I agreed, I had already been given a position in the party. I was, at that stage, not interested in politics. On hindsight, I realize I blundered by not accepting this offer. For later on, after my return, inter alia, I had to become a ping pong ball for the Inkatha politicians.
One day, while in America, Dr Dhlomo phoned me and told me that his uncle, Mr J. E. Ndlovu, would retire in two years' time, so he wanted to make him retire in this Secretarial post. I even teased him about being nepotistic. We then agreed that, after Mr Ndlovu had occupied the post for one year, I would then return to South Africa, as his understudy for one year.
After Mr Ndlovu had finished the first year in the post, he was no longer prepared to have me take over. He even made it difficult, for me, to return to South Africa. I had to be assisted by my other friend, who was an attorney, Mr Sipho Ernest Mchunu. Only then, they agreed that I should return to South Africa, but then, I would have to return to my principal post, at Inhlakanipho High School, which I did.
"Ilanga" | 1982
The "Ilanga" showed my photo, on the front page, with my ex wife, Thembeka. We were displaying my certificate for Management of Higher Education Institutions Certificate, which I had obtained from the University of London, during the previous three months. The photo was published in the "Ilanga" issue of July 11-13, 1985, page 1. I returned from London, on 9th July 1985. I was then the Rector of Mbumbulu College of Education, which had been closed, in May 1985, while I was in London.
The College was closed after an abortive attempt of the students, organized by Mr Patrick Masinga, among other teachers, to kill me. The teachers believed I was a member of the Inkatha Freedom Party.
"Ilanga" | 1982
The article, "KUHALALISELWA UDR MKHIZE NOWAKWAKHE" (DR MKHIZE AND HIS WIFE ARE BEING HONORED), was written by Adelaide Ngcobo, in August 12-14, 1982 issue of "Ilanga", page 2. Here, Rev Dr Khoza Elliot Mgojo was the guest speaker, in a function held, in honor of Thembeka and Dr Mkhize, at Lamontville's Methodist Church hall, on 09/08/1982.
"Ilanga" | 1982
This was a follow up article, to a photo in "Ilanga" June 21-23, 1982, showing the arrival of Thembeka from South Africa. The article I am speaking about here, was published by Adelaide Ngcobo, in the "Ilanga" June 24-26, 1982, page 10. The article talks about Thembeka's visit to South Africa, with Sdu (5) and Khanya (3), in June 1982.
"Ilanga" | 1982
The "Ilanga" of June 21-23 June,1982, page 7, published an article of my hiring of the first White teacher, at Inhlakanipho High School. The teacher was Miss Patricia Seer, from Inanda Seminary, a private school.
"Ilanga" | 1982
This was a photo of Thembeka, my ex wife, when she visited South Africa. She arrived in South Africa, on Thursday 19th June 1982. In the photo, there is Thembeka, me, Sdu (5) and Khanya (3). This photo is found in the "Ilanga" of June 21 - 23, 1982, page 2.
"Ilanga" | 1982
The "Ilanga" article, "Impendulo ngesikhalo sika Dr. "Rush" Mkhize" (The Reply to Dr "Rush" Mkhize's complaint), was written by Guy Vezi. This article is found on page 2 of "Ilanga", dated February 22-24, 1982. In this article, which is a reply, to the article in 18-20 February 1982, Dr. Dhlomo, the MEC for Education, told the reading public, that it was disrespectful of me, to claim recognition, just because I was the first educator, in his Department, who held a Ph. D degree.
He argued that Mr J. E. Ndlovu, who held a Bachelor's degree, was also qualified to head the Department of Education, and was doing a sterling job. Dr Dhlomo knew, exactly, what I meant by my claims for the position of Superintendent General. Since this was only a gentleman's agreement, he was not prepared to validate it. So he depicted me as a crazy person, unrespectfully claiming Mr J. E. Ndlovu's position.
2014 GOLFER OF THE YEAR | Total 2014 Competitions | 2014
This award is given to the golfer who got the highest points in all the tournaments held during the year 2014, at Durban Golf Club, Clare Estate, Durban, KwaZulu Natal, South Africa.
Winner | Monthly Mug and Best Gross Score | 2014
I played monthly mug tournament, today, at Amanzimtoti Country Club. I played of handicap 20. I won the first prize in C Division and the Best Gross Score in C Division. My winning score was 70 net, while my gross score was 90. My best part of the game was my Tee shots. They were straight and long.
Runner up | EID CUP | 2014
This tournament was played at Papwa Sewgolum Golf Course, on the 25th August 2014. I came out second with 32 points. I competed in the C Division. I played with Clinton Francis and Umesh Haripersad, both who got 37 points each, in their division. We played under the auspices of Durban Golf Club.
Runner-up | Indian Religious Temple Golf Day | 2014
Mr. Phiwe Mabaso, a businessman, at Estcourt, had arranged to have a golf game with me, at Papwa Golf Course. When we arrived there, we were told the course had been booked by a religious group, which was raising funds for its temple. We were told, if we wanted to play, we had to pay, each R300.00.
Since we were keen to play, Mr. Mabaso paid the R600.00 for the two of us. The tournament format was 4BBB (4 Ball Better Ball). We played, however, as a two ball. We finished with 52 points. The winners got 53 points. Playing of 25, I shot 85 gross.
Winner | SAGES FOUR BALL ALLIANCE | 2014
I played in a four ball alliance competition, at Umdoni Golf Course, on Tuesday 25th November 2014. We won by 97 points. I made a score of 86, including 3 birdies.
Runner -up | Sham Memorial Golf Tournament | 2014
When I became the overall winner in the Coke Tournament, held at Papwa Sewgolum Golf Course, in Durban, on 16th November 2014, my handicap was cut by 5 strokes, from my handicap of 25. So When I played the Sham Memorial Tournament, I played of a 20 handicap. In an individual stableford tournament, which we played, I made 42 points. I lost by 3 shots to a winner, in my division and also an overall winner. I was cut by 2 strokes, which now puts me in the B Division, as I will be playing of a 18 handicap. I played with Jimmy Ngcobo (7), Vusi Ngwenya (5), and Lesley Nair (23). Vusi won the A Division with 40 points, while Jimmy was a runner up, with 39 points.
C Division and Overall Winner | Annual Coca Cola Tournament | 2014
With a score of net 60, I obtained first prize among the C Division players, at Durban Golf Club, on Sunday 16th November 2014. This is a course record. I also became the overall winner of the 2014 Coca Cola Tournament. This is the first time for me to win this trophy. The strength of my game was in my long and accurate tee shots.
Playing of a 25 handicap, I was cut 5 strokes, instead of 3, for being 12 under my handicap. This means I will play my next tournament, Sham Memorial, of a handicap of 20. Nobody, at this golf course, has ever been cut 5 strokes in one tournament.
Champion | Doubles Match Play Tournament | 2014
Playing in the finals, Lesley Nair (23) and I (25) beat Paul Ramlal (19) and Henry Ramlal (22), 4 and 3, at Durban Golf Club. This club plays its golf at Papwa Sewgolum Golf Course, at Clare Estate, in Durban
Tennis Champion | University of Zululand, South Coast, Northern Natal, America | 1970
My tennis career began at Sobantu Secondary School, in 1957. I started my tennis career with Mr. Moses Sipho "Muntu" Ndlela, with whom I played various sports codes. Here, under the leadership of our principal, Mr. Simon D. Ngcobo, we established a tennis court where we got our first tennis lessons. Not only did we play tennis here. SD, as he was called, who was a sports fanatic, introduced us to many sporting and recreational activities like athletics, cricket, soccer, boxing, and ballroom dance. He believed in all rounders. To please him, Moses Ndlela and I participated in various sporting codes, to which we were exposed at Sobantu. Among all of them, we remained with tennis.
From Sobantu I went to Roma College, in 1958. Here I also excelled in tennis, soccer and athletics. My tennis abilities were frustrated here, however, just because I refused to play soccer and athletics. In athletics I used to run short distances, like 100 meters and 200 meters. In soccer, I played center forward or right wing. Because of my attitude, especially to the much loved soccer, although I was a good tennis player, I was not promoted to the first team. But as a second team player, in tennis, I was a champion and I beat many of those who represented the school, in the senior tennis team.
When I was expelled from Roma College in 1959, I found Moses Ndlela at St. Francis College, in Marianhill. Here we continued our private competitive tennis. I recall one Friday afternoon, I so beat Moses that he decided that we dodge attending the benediction, in this St Francis Catholic school, in Marianhill. Moses would not accept defeat. Unfortunately for him, I still beat him. We were to continue these challenges at Sobantu, over the holidays, and in Durban, when Moses worked at King Edward as a medical technician. Moses was a far more graceful and very skilled tennis player than I. When you saw us playing, tennis or any sport, you could see that we SD’s protégé. SD taught us that in every sport, there are two important things, the game and the match. If you fail the win the match, at least, you must win the game. Moses and I were very graceful players as a result of our SD influence.
When Moses worked at King Edward VIII Hospital, I was a student at the University of Zululand. Here I was a champion, in 1960 and in 1961. In 1963, when I returned to the university, I dethroned, Alex Mphiwa Gumede, one of the first Africans to have a tennis court at his home. I believe it was the first time Mphiwa had been beaten. Fortunately he took it in good spirit. I was highly respected, by tennis fraternity after this victory. Mphiwa was an excellent tennis player. He could not cope with my speed, however. In fact I believe it is this speed, coupled with my backhand, which won me tournaments.
When I returned to the University of Zululand, to study law, in 1976, I found Mr. Qunta Mbele, a wonderful left hand player. Surprisingly I beat Qunta, although I rated him to be a better tennis player than I. In fact I think he beat himself, because he so admired my backhand, that he failed to compete against me. Qunta would pulverize opponents. But, somehow, he just couldn't play against me. I can understand where he was coming from. For I also had a problem beating my best friend, practice partner, at varsity, Mr. Richard “Slwane” Vilakazi. When we practiced, I beat him easily. But when I had to face him in a tournament. I so worried about humiliating him, that he would beat me easily. But he would be beaten by other players. So we decided to make an arrangement that, when we meet at a tournament, he should allow me to beat him, because, I would beat everybody else, thereafter.
While I was a student at the University of Zululand, I used to be borrowed by Eshowe tennis club to play for them. Here I played with the likes of Prince Gideon Zulu, while he worked as an orderly at Eshowe Hospital. I was also adored by Mr. Eliakim Mthiyane, who was a teacher at Eshowe College of Education.
Besides being a varsity champion, I distinguished myself out of varsity precincts. I was a Northern Natal Champion and a South Coast Champion. I beat Mr. Desmond A. Makhanya of Amanzimtoti to win the South Coast title. Although I never beat any of them, I played against the following South African champions: Mr. Cyril Shabalala, Mr. Japhta “Super” Mahanjana, Mr. Solomon Itholeng, Mr. Richard Mokgoai, and Mr. Mojanara of the Free State.
When I went to America, in 1977, I continued my winning streak. One day, my fellow graduate students, at Duquesne University, pitted me against my professor, Paul. Unfortunately, when he saw me practicing, he decided he was not going to allow himself to be humiliated by me. So he pulled out. My class then organized a White high school student, "to teach me a lesson". He was 6.4 foot, weighed about 250 lbs, He was accompanied by his coach. As we went around looking for an empty tennis court, we found a clay court. I had never played on a clay court before. If I had known the effect of playing on it, I would have thought otherwise. I was so humiliated by this young man that I decided not to play tennis for a long time.
When I left Duquesne University, I went to Pittsburgh University, Here I was stopped from being the varsity champion, by a 6.3 foot White student, who I should have beaten. I had won a set and was serving at 40:15, when I asked him how tall he was. When he revealed his height to me, then envying his height, I psychologically gave in. He rose from that score till he beat me. My worry was that it was taking me long to beat him because of his height, which I envied. I psyched myself out of the match. When he told me he could not cope with my speed, this gave me a lesson, never to envy other people’s gifts, but to capitalize on mine. I also competed with local guys, who used to call me "this little African guy", because I attacked them like a mosquito. It is in America that I quit playing tennis, in 1979. Tennis was good to me, because I was also very popular with the fairer sex. When I got older, rather than be defeated, I decided to quit. When I returned home, I had already quit.
Champion | Doubles Golf Match Play Tournament | 2013
My golf membership began at Durban Golf Club, in 1983. My first handicap, ever, was 11. I had played a lot of golf in America, though. I even took classes in golf, at the University of Pittsburgh. My lowest score there, when I was a brilliant golfer, and a long hitter, was gross 68.
I didn't have a handicap, then, because I played as a member of the public in the Pittsburgh municipal course.
When I enrolled as a member at Durban Golf Club, which plays its golf, at Papwa Sewgolum Golf Course, in Clare Estate, Durban, I won a lot of tournaments, during the 80's, playing of a single figure. Here I will mention only my latest victories, as a senior citizen, sometimes beating young men.
Unfortunately around 2000, I began to have a putting and chipping yips. This yips affected my golf to such an extent that I am playing now of a 25 handicap. I strike the ball well, from the tee, to the green. Once I am around the green, problems begin. It is not uncommon for me to miss a 40cm put. This state of affairs, make many a golfer think of me as a ringer. For away from the green, I play like a single figure player, with a beautiful golf swing, for which I will always be remembered, as a perfectionist that I am. I am looking for a time when I will conquer this mental state, which has killed all my hopes of becoming a professional player, something, which I could reach.
However, with my big handicap, I still win tournaments. In 2013, at Durban Gold Club, playing with my partner, Lesley Nair, a businessman of Phoenix, in Durban, we won the Doubles Match Play tournament, beating all the golfers at Durban Golf Club. Lesley plays of 23 handicap. Most players we beat always complain that we have too much handicap, ignoring the fact that we are no longer good enough to make pars.
In the finals, we beat Krish Govender and his partner to lift the trophy.
Winner | Singles Match Play Tournament | 2014
In 2014, I played and won the singles golf match play tournament at Durban Golf Club, thus dethroning Mr. Baba Mehtha. In the finals, I defeated Allan Jibhold, on the 18th hole - 1UP. I became C Division Champion, as I played of 25 handicap.
Champion | University of Pittsburgh Tennis | 1980
This was a student only competition.
Champion | University of Zululand Tennis | 1963
Competitions were limited to the students of the university. I have to mention here, that, although I was the best tennis player, at the university, I was also a distinguished soccer player, who played for the first team. In fact I was so good in soccer and tennis that I used to be picked to play for other clubs.
From Grade 1 I have usually always obtained position 1 in class | 1944
Became the first employee of KwaZulu Education Department to pass a doctoral degree | 1980
Best Student in Private Law 1 | 1964
I was actually enrolled in social work. After being challenged by law students, I studied Private Law to prove I was not a weak student.
Dating the most beautiful woman at The University of Zululand | 1964
When Bella Magagula of Mjindini, in Barberton, arrived at The University of Zululand, in 1964, to do her S.T.D., she was regarded as the most beautiful and dignified woman student, in the whole university. She was chased by most young men, who trusted themselves. She was even chased by university lecturers. Among all these people, she fell for me. When she did, I remember Mark Zond, now Dr. Zondo of Paul Pietersburg, spread the word that "Rush had cracked the granite stone. When I asked Bella why she picked me, she said she found me to be the most responsible young men among all her pursuers.
As we took turns dating her, I used to be encouraged by my friend Oscar Dumisani Dhlomo to do everything possible to get Bella. At that time I was dating, I think, Thembi Radebe from Gauteng. Oscar also encouraged me to dump her and concentrate on Bella, because of her beauty and class. I did that.
Unfortunately, as late as 2015, Thembi, who is in London now, has not forgotten that. In anger and revenge, she bad mouthed me to her cousin, who is in America, who I was dating, thus breaking my relations with her.
I married Bella in 1965, while she was pregnant with Thandiwe. Later we got Solomuzi. My love for Bella made me blunder. I returned her to Ngoye (University of Zululand), amidst complaints of my neighbors, to complete her degree. By so doing, I exposed her back to the hands of her elderly boyfriend, from home, Mr. Ernest Mgebisi Shilubane, her standard 2 teacher. When she graduated, she was always dating Mr. Shilubane, right in front of my eyes.
First Employee of the KZN Education to obtain a doctorate | 1980
I obtained my Ph. D degree, at The University of Pittsburgh, in December 20, 1980, becoming the first employee of the KZN Education Department to obtain a doctorate.
Hole in One | 1988
I made a hole in one, while playing at Noodsberg Golf Course, at Dalton, KwaZulu Natal. Playing of handicap 13, my total score, on the day, was 61 net.
Started schooling at the age of 4 years | 1944
Completed, in my junior degree, 14 degree courses, instead of 11 | 1963
Wrote a Ph.D degree dissertation from September 15 to December 20, 1983 | 1980
Finished a two year masters degree in two semesters | 1977
This was at Duquesne University, in Pittsburgh, Pa. My academic advisor, when I registered for masters degree in educational administration, asked me to take three courses. I asked him what the maximum number permissible. He said 5. I told him I wanted to take 5