‘INSTEAD OF LEARNING, WE ARE ADOPTING SURVIVAL SKILLS’

Sir,

When will our bitter crying ever be heard? So up until when will our tears dry up to the point that we perspire blood for us to be considered suffering? As a cream on top of the country’s state, we, the students, do not only feel our crying should ring the first bell, but we also expect, just like everyone, that our interests are addressed promptly. However, just like slaves in a foreign land, when we groan in desperation for help, with our novice faces, our flesh still oozing blood and the entire body wearing a purple-yellow smear of bruise, we are ignored. Alas; it’s like we are being kicked at in our dying beds.

Student

I am a student, a true son of the soil, born and bred in our beautiful motherland Eswatini.  From the time I started my secondary grade, I’ve always yearned to be enrolled in one of the finest institutions of higher learning the country has in-store for its students. Fortunately, I had it in my mind that no pain, no gain. So I studied up to the last atom of my body to earn my way to university.

Experience

With the glee that I had with that breath or sigh of relief, with being enrolled with what I may now term as ‘fool’s paradise’, I got the shock of my life. The Roman leader, Julius Caesar, once said; ‘Experience is the best teacher of all things.’ Just like me, a thong won’t grasp the heart purport of my pieces of literature; it will be more like I’m greedy or rather swaying them from being enrolled at the University of Eswatini (UNESWA). So let me put the record straight, I’m not a bench-warmer and won’t just sit on the pew and dance to every tune, sugar coating reality and the trauma that we, students of UNESWA go through. We are suffering! The bull’s eye is not even my worst enemy would I wish she/he will ever be enrolled into that university. What I’m entailing here is what l personally go through (make no mistake); anxiety and depression is ravishing us, we are dying inside. Threatening a UNESWA student with any form of handicap is work on futility. We are dead and we died a long time ago and no one can scare us with anything!

Crimes

One SRC student said (verbatim): “Instead of learning we are adopting and adapting to survival skills, we end up committing felonious crimes to make ends meet.” I rightfully know that as always, my letter will be like a drop in a still ocean while our education is being tossed. But one day we shall chant and up until that day, just like the award-winning Leleti khumalo said in her struggle movie ‘Sarafina’; “Freedom is coming tomorrow,” and this I believe.

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