Tilo: Read everything you need to know about me.

Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo

In more than one occasion, many people have asked me to write about myself, citing ‘we want to know you better.’ Understandable. These people have been reading my articles for almost two years and to some certain extend we have a special bond. They provide readership, I provide content. We are one big family. That’s what Aredifefere is all about.

Only today, Saturday 21 June 2014, I have decided to write exclusively about myself. I decided to name the conversation “reminding myself about myself.”

Full names:

I’m Tilo Enos Mokgopo but in my Identity Document only one name appears, Enos, thus rendering my obvious favourite name Tilo unofficial in terms of the South African law. However, I have decided to use Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo for my writing profile.

Age:

I’m very proud of my age. I feel like everyone should know how old I am. I was born in 1992 and yes this year I turned 22 and received overwhelming birthday messages.

And where were you born?

I’m from a village called Ga-Mokgopo Ga-Dikgale, approximately 50 minutes drive away from Polokwane. That’s where I grew up and attended my schooling until grade 12 before relocating to Johannesburg for a better education.

Speaking of a village, how was it growing up there?

Wow! Believe me you want to hear about my childhood. It was not one of those glitz and glam moments but I had the best childhood moments. I was such a boy hey. I always ask myself what happened to me, from such a rowdy to this quite person. I miss that life.

I would go hunting with my friends, even though I never owned a dog. On Saturdays when we are not going to school, we would make an appointment to wake up early in the morning. Because my parents had goats at home, my friends and I would sneak into the kraal, milk the goats and run away for hunting.

We would spend the whole day hunting, re thea dinonyana, re kga ditloro, matshidi le dihletlwa. Ge re na le mahlatse, re tla hwetsa mabitsi a mabedi a mararo. After a long day, we would sit down and drink the milk we have in our bottles and thereafter go swimming in one of those dirty, unhygienic dams.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! How nice. Now I know the dam was unhygienic because I’m grown up but back then, ijo! It was nice yong.

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Wow! What a childhood you had. It seems like you were naughty when growing up. Did you even take your studies seriously?

I wasn’t really naughty. I was just a boy and like any boy I went with the flow and experienced my childhood to the fullest.

In all of these my studies never suffered. I’m naturally intelligent and believe me it’s for the first time I say such a thing. I was always one of those learners to produce good results and my level of academic intelligence elevated when I proceeded to high school and it didn’t come as a surprise to me that in my Grade 12 my highest mark was Economics (90) and lowest accounting (63). Mind you I attended a school where poor education manifests itself with poor academic resources.

Someone would say you are blowing your own trumpet…

I’m the one who feels the heaviness of this big head. So, when it cooks up the storm, I should be able to manifest the good work it does without any fear of being reprimanded. I’m celebrating my hard work and I’m not going to apologize for that, sorry! Domkops can celebrate their laziness, I’ll equally applaud them.

Then I would not be wrong to conclude that post matric you went further to study something in commerce, perhaps Bcom in economics or in accounting sciences?

Unfortunately I couldn’t even though I wanted to because fate decided against me. Back in high school I did mathematical Literacy as opposed to Mathematics, often referred to as ‘pure maths’ and that label used to piss me off because the implied message was that I was studying diluted maths.

It was like this, if you do science, you inevitable study mathematics and for us who did commercial subjects, straightforward mathematical literacy was for us.

Which was completely undemocratic and without any reasonable doubt our right of freedom of choice was trembled upon. The subject was imposed on us. No one gave us the right to choose between the two subjects. It was fixed, just like that.

Enough with babbling about Maths, how would you define your personality?
I am often mistaken for being shy and sometimes not friendly but my friend Simphiwe Rens knows that’s not true.

What is true then?
The truth is I sometimes tend not to speak a lot around people but not that I’m detached from the conversation. I like being surrounded by people who talk a lot while I do the nodding and listening. But I can be funny when I want to.

Ga ke rate hlakahlakano and that’s one of the reasons I’m so introverted and enjoy being with myself, alone. But as quite as I am, I can cause a scene and throw my diva tantrums.

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Moving along swiftly, I would like to delve deeper into your personal life in great details…

Wait! Personal? What it is that you want to know about my personal life? I’ve been playing the cards close to my chest when it comes to my personal life and I’m not going to give away my game now, never. I’ve been very careful not to post on social networks about my private life and believe me I’m not going to start today.

By personal, I’m not only referring to who I’m dating or not. I’m also taking about my family. If they want to open up to the public, they will do so in their own rights. It is not my place to say ‘my mom likes this and that’. I’m sure if she wants people to know important facts about herself she will come out and tell them.

But you are being hypocritical, you wrote about Generations Khethiwe’s divorce, Lerato Moloi’s separation from her husband, Collen Mashawana, Somizi Mhlongo’s gay cat fight, Sonia Sedibe’s marital woes among others. That’s personal don’t you think?

If you open up your private life to the public, surely you are inviting me and other journalists into your space and it immediately ceases to be private. I never proclaimed my private life public, have I?

It seems that I won’t win this game…

Not anytime soon dear.

Let’s rather talk about you in your family.

Let me be selective. I’m the last born in my family but not that I’m spoiled. However, my parents cared enough to make sure that I had everything I needed when growing up. I’m not from a rich family and neither is my family poor. We are just okay and I can choose between porridge, rice and bread.

If given a chance to go back to your childhood, what would you do?

Firstly I will accept the invite, then go back and enjoy all the monies I used to get from my father. That man used to pamper me with a lot of money as if there was no tomorrow.

Let’s talk about your blog, A re di fefere.

That’s my child and every time I think of the blog I feel complete because it reminds me that I can do everything I want to do provided I put my mind into it.

I have a good track record of teaching myself many things and operating this blog is one of those. I didn’t have prior knowledge of running a blog but only a few days after I have opened the blog, I was already a pro.

I opened this blog because I had a mission to fulfill and today I’m accomplishing that mission very well. I’m overwhelmed by the continuous support from my readers. 1 million views in one year is amazing. I’m making an impact and I’m proud of that.

Surely you must have a favourite article. What’s your best article? The one article you like most.

That preconceived idea though. Mmmm, Ijo! That’s a very difficult question to answer because I have quite a few but I’ll tell you the two articles I regret for ever penning them down “Generations S’busiso turns a sangoma” and “Generations Ntombi and Khethiwe go head to head, again!”

And the reason for that is because….?

If you read the articles you’ll understand why.

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Lastly, from here where are you going? What are your future plans?

I’m going to continue being me, doing what I do best, making a hullabaloo about manyalo music that I love so dearly.

But on a serious note though, I want to study education. Teaching is close to my heart and I’m sure my dearest companion Mamorobela Nonkie will agree.

 Which subject(s) would you like to teach?

I would like to teach economics and accounting at a public school in a rural area.

I understand you are from a rural area but the school have to be exclusively public and in a rural area?

Not necessarily, but preferably a school in a rural area. The learners that need to be rescued from the mediocrity, substandard education are in rural area. If we are really committed to the call of bridging the wide gap between the rich and the poor, then we need to educate our fellow brothers and sisters in rural areas. Plus, I’m too rural deep inside. There’s a strong bond between me and rural areas that turns me on.

Thank you Mr. Mokgopo. Wish you all the best with your future endevours.

 

 

7 responses

  1. Wow…I like de part u say “I’m going to continue being me, doing what I do best, making a hullabaloo about manyalo music that I love so dearly.” The s nothing important in life than being urself. Shayi zandla khapha Ka wena.(mine language)

  2. Nice one!

  3. Nice one young man!

  4. I’ve been reading your articles for almost a year and I love what I’m reading.

  5. Dimpho Mmatshepi | Reply

    I realy enjoyed reading about the life of our new hero!

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