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Hi, my name is Rebecca Benn, I am a 20 year old (proudly South African) history student studying at UKZN and if there was only one thing I could ask all my fellow South Africans to do this year it would be to live out and seek out joy.

The word joy is defined as: a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. Now I would like you to think about SA, think if you can on how you would define what our country is and how her people live out their lives. Once you have done this do you find that the definition of joy can fit in to your definition of South Africa and her people?

I feel if we are all honest with our selves the answer would be no. In my twenty years of existence; all of which I have lived on South African soil, I have come to see that we are a rather pessimistic group of people. We love to dwell on the negative and find it quite hard to let positivity shine through. There always seems to be something wrong, our sports teams have lost a big game, there’s so much crime, the government’s corrupted or we’re having load shedding. And while these things are unfortunate, should they really be the first thing we think of when we think about our nation?

I feel the answer to that question should be no. I’m not saying we must ignore the many problems our nation is facing, I’m just saying that we need to adopt an attitude of joy when trying to deal with them or any/all aspects of our nation. There,s a verse in the Bible that I was given years ago when going through a hard time, it reads as follows: “You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” (Isaiah 55 vs 12).

And that right there is my prayer for South Africa this year that as a people we will embrace the joy within life, that we as a nation will make a conscious decision to pour joy into not only our problem solving but also into our every day lives. So that when we are confronted with problems wether collectively or as individuals we say: how can I turn this issue around so that it builds me up and fills my life rather than let it break me down and hurt my spirit.

Let us be a nation of joy, a people group inspired by the positive to change the problems we see around us. May we rally together in our joy to help change the effects of the past and better the future not only for our selves but for the generations to come.

If you had a mic. and the whole of South Africa was listening, what would your message be for 2015?

[To read what Alexa Matthews would say, click here]



Being a dyslexic:

Hi there, my name is Rebecca Benn, and I suffer (although I find my condition to be a blessing) from a learning disability or syndrome called dyslexia. The dictionary defines my syndrome as a developmental reading and spelling disorder that occurs when the brain does not properly recognise, transmit and process certain symbols, whether these symbols are letters or numbers. What this means for me is that as a 20 year old I have the reading age of a 12 year old and that when I write letters, although I mean to write or type a ‘d’ I may end up writing a ‘b’ or a ‘p’ or a ‘q’ or even a ‘g’, this can happen with many letter and even some numbers. It also means that I hear word sounds (mainly vowel sounds) totally different to normal people, so you may write business but I will write buissnes. On the face of it you may think that this does not sound that bad, but the syndrome is so much more that, my thinking pattern is totally different to other people, also I have to deal with some other issues because of my syndrome that are not related to learning, like a paralysing fear of the unknown. This fear means that I will stress about anything new in my life, whether that is learning something new, doing something new or being somewhere new.

Growing up:

“Stupid” or “dumb” were the words most often used to describe me, kids can be very cruel and although I always knew I wasn’t (thanks to my great family), I often felt both these things. It was my mother who first saw that I was different, she could see that I was learning things in a different way to my siblings and in grade 1 my parents had me tested by an educational psychologist despite the fact that my teacher told her that she was just a neurotic mother and that I was merely a slow child. Up until grade 9/10, school was probably one of the worst things in my life. The educational system in South Africa just doesn’t cater to children who need to learn differently. The most irritating thing about school was that I knew I was intelligent, and even though I understood concepts, I just couldn’t put them down on paper in a coherent way whether it was in english, math or any other subject. However thanks to some dedicated teachers, and the most amazing mother (who even home schooled me for 2 years to help me deal with my disability), I made it through and found a place to stand tall in grade 10. I came to see that my disability took nothing away from my intelligence, it only added a unique perspective to the world. I realised that if I didn’t accept myself others wouldn’t. Although I have come to understand and even love my disability, I am not over it, and even though I have improved I will never be rid of this syndrome. Each day is a challenge, but I will continue to accept the challenge and strive to learn from it and use my experience to help others like me.

So if you what to help me or others like me, you may want to remember these things.

Please don’t:

  • think or talk to me like I am someone of a lower intelligence level, I actually have a quite a high IQ, I just have trouble putting it down on paper or reading it out to you.
  • try and fix me or come up with solutions to my problems. I know you may just want to be helpful but unless I ask for your help or see you as one of my support system I may see your attempt to help as offensive.
  • call me out in public (whether in person or on a social media) about my spelling or reading abilities. Although I have lived all my life dealing with people embarrassing me its still a lame thing to do.
  • Please don’t tell me you know how I feel, and that when you where younger you had a little bit of dyslexia. Because you didn’t, dyslexia is not something you have and then get over, it is a life-long struggle.

Please do:

  • Lend me your help if I ask for it
  • Ask me as many questions about my syndrome as you wish.
  • If you think you child may have a learning disability get them tested and then get them the help they need.

[To read some other stories from people living with disabilities and special needs, click here]


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