Leaving South Africa
“Why would you leave all that beautiful weather to come to this cold and rainy island?” I still get asked this sort of question, six years after leaving Johannesburg to live in the United Kingdom. In fact I was born in London, but my parents decided to move back to South Africa when I was little. Fifteen years later, the apartheid regime had ended, Nelson Mandela was president, and, lets just say, things in South Africa were chaotic.
At the age of 17, I was like many British students. I was concentrating on getting fantastic matric results (similar to A levels) to get in to the University of Witwatersrand medical school. My interview had gone well, I got the results I needed, and was duly accepted. Everything should have seemed rosy, but six months into my first year of medical school, my mother and I were on a London-bound flight,