The following are snippets of Victor’s Rikhotso life story taken from his upcoming autobiography, “Barefoot”Book author: Nenio Mbazima
1. Me Earlier LifeMy name is Victor Makamone Rikhotso, I was born in Pretoria inside my grandmother’s house, and a few days later my mother returned back to Malamulele (Ka Xigalo at Mphakati) with me in the Limpopo Province of south Africa.The reason I was born in Pretoria was because my mother was visiting her mother- my grandmother. I have noticed that some heavily pregnant women like to take long trips, which I find a bit strange.If you are a woman, and have done that, maybe you can help enlighten me? While sitting right there inside my mother’s warm womb, I wondered where she was going with me when I was about to be born. To this day she had not explained why she took the trip.My name Makamone is a Tsonga name and means miracles because no one expected her to go into labour on that day since she was working rather hard than usual.2. My Family My parents gave birth to four children, two girls and two boys.My father, Mr Albert Hlengani Rikhotso was the bread winner at home. He used to work for Spoornet, a state owned company. The salary he earned was very low, which kept us forever struggling to make ends meet. 3. Classroom Under The TreesI attended my primary school at Mphakathi Primary School, a five minutes’ walk from home. The school was underdeveloped, we used to have our classrooms under the shade of a tree and during the rainy seasons, learning was not easy, winters were worse.Classrooms were only reserved for senior learners, those doing standard three to five. I can say that this did not make sense as the seniors are older, therefore, stronger, they should have allocated the warm classrooms to the weak younger learners.
4. Hatching up a PlanBy the time I finished my high school education, my parents were taking care of my elders, which means there would be no money for me to further my studies, this caused me to think fast and hatch-up a plan of action so that I would be able to support my parents financially.I was fortunate that my brother popped some money for me to study paramedics as my passion was to save lives. I did my paramedic studies in Pretoria and at the age of 21 years old, I was employed by the Benoni Fire Department as a life saver and fire fighter and I felt that I have arrived as I was starting to earn a salary, the future was bright, I was able to support my parents.5. Losing my MobilityWe humans are expert at taking everyday things for granted, especially our own bodies.I was born with mobility, able to do anything with my legs like everyone else. You will remember that I mentioned growing up monkeying around with my peers. All that ended In 2002 when I was hit by a bullet at the age of 24 years that put me on a wheelchair.6. Victor, You Are On Your OwnSpending 24 years able to walk, jump, kick and do anything with your legs and then, in the blink of an eye, loss all of that, cannot be a smooth transition.I had the hardest time adjusting. It were obstacles all the way, but, I was a man with a mission. I refused to allow my disability to stand in my way. My mission was to conquer my disability, not my disability to conquer me.I worked hard, pushed hard and i have been a paramedic,a fireman, a manager, a director and now I am a budding businessman.
BAREFOOTFrom paramedic, manager and director to a budding businessman
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