E'GOLI!

In 1973, the family moved from The Mother City (Cape Town) to Johannesburg, Africa's biggest city, for a few years, where my father continued to practice as an architect. Read about the history of the city here. By this time I'd already garnered 3 more brothers (Zane, Shelley, and Ryan), making a grand total of 4. It was around this time that I first learned that my voice could get me places - or someone else a wallop. This probably had nothing to do with the fact that I'd grow up to be a DJ. 

In Johannesburg, I went to Boskop Junior School in Honeydew, NE Johannesburg, from 1973 to 1975. This is where I learned to do all sorts of silly things, like play rugby, and stuff. Fortunately, it didn't take long to lose this unhealthy attraction to things sportslike. To this day, the family is generally made up of sports fans, though it's not really their fault, and I am proud to say that I've not been left out of things as I'm still easily able to tell the difference between a cricket and a soccer thingie...erm, what's that round thing called? Oh yes, a 'ball'!

In 1975, we moved to Zimbabwe (then known as Rhodesia) where we were to spend a very pleasant 10 years. Despite the war.