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REDEFINING ACCESS AND OPPORTUNITY: UNLOCK THE GATES, AND IF NOT, WE ARE WILLING TO CLIMB OVER THEM

Opinion piece by Dr Kim Lamont-Mbawuli

In every profession, there are women who possess remarkable skill, intelligence, and ambition, yet
find the gates to success bolted shut. Despite being competent and capable, they encounter invisible
barriers that hold them back. For women of colour, these gates can be even heavier, guarded not
only by systemic bias but, painfully, sometimes by those who look just like them.
Across sectors, from research and development to academia, from law to business development and
commercialisation, the pattern persists. The ideology of being “the only one” or “the first one” has
too often confined women to solitary pedestals, rather than empowering them to illuminate the
path for others. The notion that there can only be one woman at the top, that success must remain
exclusive, has bred a culture of quiet competition. It has sown the seeds of the so-called queen bee
syndrome, the belief that to be exceptional, one must ensure no one else rises alongside them.
This mindset is more than harmful, it is corrosive. It pits women against each other, feeding a false
narrative that the “cake” of opportunity is too small to share. Yet, talent and brilliance are not finite
resources. Every time a capable woman is excluded, an entire profession loses potential innovation,
creativity, and progress.


For women of colour with a rich tapestry of skills spanning multiple disciplines, the experience of being locked out by those who once faced the same obstacles is especially disheartening. Too many,
have reached for the ladder of opportunity only to see it pulled away just as their first foot step finds its place. The message is often silent but clear: there is room for only one of us here.
But that message must change.
Because one day, the person standing outside that locked gate could be someone’s daughter, sister,
or mentee, someone who deserves not just a fair chance, but an open door. The feeling of exclusion may differ in circumstance, but its pain is universal. And to those who choose to hold the gate closed, let it be known, if you do not open it, we will climb over it.
In this day and age, there is no room for gatekeeping. Recognition should not depend on who you know, but on what you contribute. Let the quality of work, the strength of ideas, and the integrity of
one’s efforts speak louder than connections or others likes or dislikes, at first sight.
To those who have had the ladder pulled up before they could take their first step, know this: there are others watching your perseverance and resilience. They see you rise despite the odds, transforming hardship into strength. Among your colleagues and communities, there are women and men who recognise your potential and will stand beside you as you redefine success. They may not always announce themselves, but they exist, and they are allies in your journey.

To the women of colour who have faced systemic bias, remember that your resilience lights the way
for those who follow. To the academics who battle jealousy and isolation, rise above individualism,
your role is to shape minds and inspire futures. To those in business development and
commercialisation, understand that the storm of exclusion is rooted in fear, but authenticity,
confidence, and curiosity can never be suppressed.

And to those within the legal profession, open the gates wide. The law should be a pillar of justice
and fairness, not a fortress of exclusion. When we make room for diverse voices at the table, we
strengthen the very foundation upon which justice stands.
Impact is not always loud or grand, sometimes it begins in the quiet act of inclusion, in the moment
one woman holds the door open for another.
To every professional in a gated field, your duty is not to preserve exclusivity, but to extend access.
The bar is not meant to be raised beyond reach, but to encourage others to climb higher.
So, unlock the gates. And if you refuse to, know this, the next generation will not wait for your
permission. They will jump over.

Dr Kim Lamont-Mbawuli

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FROM ICU TO INSPIRATION

Our son Jared’s journey through illness, music and meaning.

When our son Jared was born, we never imagined the first sound we would associate with him would be that of a ventilator. He was just one day old when he spiraled into severe respiratory distress.

The paediatrician – a stoic professional who had seen it all – told us, “I don’t think the baby will survive”.

It was as if the floor vanished beneath us. For nine days, we lived minute by minute in the paediatric intensive care unit, holding onto hope. Machines breathed for him. We watched the monitor rise and fall, as if it were our own heartbeat. We celebrated the small victories—like the rare moments when Jared could breathe unaided—only to be shattered when he would relapse. Then, on the tenth day, a change occurred. He was moved out of the ICU. Four days later, we took him home—a brave little fighter wrapped in blankets, reminding us every second that life is a gift.

But our relief was short-lived.

The Diagnosis That Changed Everything

At 15 months old, Jared was diagnosed with hypopituitarism. The damage from his neonatal respiratory distress had harmed his pituitary gland, which is the small gland in the brain that controls the body’s hormonal system. As a result, his body was unable to produce the essential hormones needed for growth, energy, metabolism, and even survival. The doctors made it clear: Jared would require daily hormone replacement therapy, including growth hormones, and others to manage cortisol and thyroid function. Without this treatment, his health and development would be at risk.

If you’ve ever received news like this about your child, you understand how the world goes silent for a moment. We were terrified, but we knew we had to take action.

Jared as a child

The Cost of Hope

The treatments were expensive – far beyond what our modest family income could cover. To pay for the hormone injections and medication, friends, family, and even our community came together to assist us as much as they could. We tightened our belts, cut corners, and sacrificed comfort for necessity.

Jared never once complained. From the age of eight, he gave himself hormone injections nearly every day. He never asked, “Why me?” – he just focused on doing what needed to be done, even when it was hard.

At 18, we celebrated a quiet and joyful milestone. Jared’s endocrinologist announced he had reached his expected height. The daily growth hormone injections could finally stop, marking the end of one of the hardest chapters of his life.

However, during this time, he had also been fighting another battle.

Another Battle: Hearing Loss

From age 5, Jared battled chronic ear infections. By the time he turned twelve, specialists recommended surgery to resolve the issue. While the surgery was successful, it revealed that the damage had already occurred; Jared had only 30% hearing in his left ear. Suddenly, everything made sense: his seeming withdrawal at birthday parties, difficulty in noisy classrooms, and avoidance of group activities.

We invested in a digital hearing aid, which was expensive but a needed solution. The emotional impact of those quiet years stayed with him. Throughout high school, Jared was quiet and preferred to be alone rather than risk being misunderstood. It broke our hearts to see him pull away from the world. He was physically there but emotionally hidden.

And Then, Music

For Jared’s 19th birthday, we took a leap and gifted him a bright purple acoustic guitar, hoping it would serve as both a creative outlet and a gateway back into the world. We could not have predicted what happened next.

Jared at age 19 with the purple guitar

He started with awkward strumming. Over time, rhythm emerged, then melodies—until music became his language. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t always hear the world clearly – through music, he found a way to speak to it, and slowly, it began to talk back.

He enrolled in a diploma program for contemporary music at a music and art college, where he connected with peers, young individuals who were passionate about chords and harmonies. We were both emotionally overwhelmed a month later, during his first concert, as the boy who once hid from noise stood confidently under the stage lights, guitar in hand, and his heart wide open.

Growth as a Musician

To our surprise, Jared quickly entered the music industry as a session musician, collaborating with several notable South African artists. His guitar work can be heard on some South African movie soundtracks, including the “Lockdown” TV series and more recently the movie “Mr Easy Loo” on Netflix . He effortlessly transitions between various musical genres, including jazz, blues, R&B, Pop, African rhythms, and even the popular South African genre, AmaPiano—all played on the guitar.

Jared’s musical growth took a significant leap forward when he met the seasoned musician Jamela Vuma, who took him under his wing. They have collaborated on each other’s albums, with Jamela producing Jared’s album, “Rhythmic Resonance,which features 12 tracks and serves as a tribute to his journey through struggle and triumph. Jared and Jamela share a deep friendship, but their bond has developed into a brotherly connection that is unlikely to be broken.

Today: Giving Back Through the Fray Music Academy

One evening, Jared told us, “I think she likes me.” This simple statement, thanks to Kimberly, marked the beginning of an exciting new chapter in his life. Her presence brought him happiness, and it was evident in his actions.

Today, Jared is not only a professional session musician and recording artist, but also a husband and father to two wonderful children. Together with his wife, Kimberly, they founded the Fray Music Academy for young musicians aged 4 to 18, where over 100 students come weekly to discover the joy of music. With seven dedicated tutors (including Jared himself), the academy pulses with creativity, especially after school hours and on weekends.

Some students and tutors at Fray Music Academy

It’s not just that Jared survived—he found meaning in the very things that once made life hardest. What once made him feel different now helps him reach others. His struggles became the reason he could listen deeply and with empathy and play with heart.

To Every Young Dreamer (and Their Parents)

If you’re a young person facing tough challenges, remember—where you start doesn’t have to define where you end up. Jared faced more than his share of struggles but didn’t let them hold him back. Keep going. Trust that you can grow beyond the hard beginnings.

To parents on a similar journey, remember that there is hope. Every sacrifice you make, big or small, matters. Every sleepless night and difficult choice you face helps build strength. The most vulnerable child can grow into the strongest person in the room. Your support can bring about amazing changes.

Final Thoughts

From ICU alarms to studio melodies, from hormone injections to guitar solos. From hushed hospital prayers to roaring applause. Jared’s story is a testament to the power of resilience, unconditional love, and never giving up.

And to the child out there, just starting to strum their first chord—don’t stop.

Your melody is already inside you – keep playing until the world hears it.

Alistair and Lucrezia Fray

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