The
government of South Africa recently proposed a 6% increase in tuition
at the nation’s universities. In response students took to the streets to protest.
Ms. Palesa Ncube, a parishioner at the Archdiocese of Johannesburg (Parish of Diepkloof in Soweto) reflects on her
own experience as a university student, navigating the costs for pursuing higher education in South Africa today. Ms. Ncube works for KPMG - South Africa.
By
Ms. Palesa Ncube
In
the past few weeks news headlines and social media have been dominated by university
students calling for tuition to be lowered. I fully understand their position
as I have in some form or another dealt with this situation throughout my
school life.
I
always begin my story with this line: I believe I have been blessed to
be in the right place at the right time. Born to a teenage mother, I was raised
by her parents who were great believers in education. I started school when I
was 5 years old and immediately knew I was different. Learning to read was more
important to me than running faster than the other kids.
At
my first school in Soweto and as a top student, I was part of a group selected to attend Saturday School classes at one of South Africa’s most prestigious schools: Rodean School SA. The program was sponsored by GCP (Growth of Children’s Potential). This was the beginning of
a new lease on life for me. I got a taste of the ‘other side’, of opulence and
privilege and I wanted in. I began reading as if pages in books gave off extra
oxygen and I basically lived in the heady clouds of possibility.
My
grandfather greatly influenced my ‘head in the clouds’ ideology. I remember
saying I wanted to be like Tito Mboweni (Governor of the Reserve Bank of South
Africa) and sign the nation’s money. My grandfather's response: Why not?
When
it came time to enroll in high school I finally began to grasp that my realization of ‘why
not’ was not going to be easy. GCP had a scholarship program for
underprivileged children to attend some of the top schools in Johannesburg. I
wrote and aced the entrance exam for St Stithian. All that was left was the
financial approval. My grandparents naturally filled out the forms as they were
my legal guardians. I vividly remember being denied a scholarship as my
grandparents collectively made more than what was deemed to be ‘underprivileged’.
I
however got accepted into another exceptional high school with an excellent
academic record, that had been established to assist underprivileged children
who excelled in Math and Science.
Fast
forward to a couple of years later. By now I aspired to attend university and
obtain a Bachelor of Commerce (B.Comm) specializing in Finance and eventually work at a
Merchant Bank brokering multimillion rand deals (the rand is the currency of South Africa) like the traders I met at a career fair. I was
fully aware that my grandparents could not afford this and my mother had just
recently started a career. It wasn’t because my family hadn’t planned properly,
it was that there was no discretionary income to allow for a marginal
propensity to save (as they had taught us in Economics). All their income was
disposable, barely covering our basic needs.
Having
learned from my high school saga, I completed the financial assistance forms
using my mother’s details. I received a loan from NFSAS (National Student
Financial Aid Scheme). But this was not an easy win. Every year we had to stand
in day long queues to have our applications reviewed, until one year when I had
a bitter sweet victory - I received a financial assistance loan of 100%, while my good friend, suddenly
became less underprivileged and received a loan of only 25%. It was harrowing to
watch him plea with family members for help and stand
surety for a bank loan. Because although his mother earned too much for
him to receive government funding, she earned too little to give the bank
comfort that she could adequately service the debt. What a tricky, vicious
cycle!!
Why
do we subject ourselves to this trauma? Very simple, to work in our dream careers.
Corporate South Africa will not consider your application for a post if you do
not have the necessary qualifications. That is why the plea of students that
FEES MUST FALL resonates so loudly with me. I completely understand how
detrimental it is for one's soul to realize that higher university fees
could abruptly end dreams. In this lifetime I pray I utilize my ‘luck’ and privilege to ensure that my daughter and all other South
Africa children never experience this feeling: that exorbitant
and exclusionary university fees do make dreams unattainable.
