How a young man from humble beginnings made his way from forklift driver to advocate.
Editor | February 2012
Security is tight at Cape Mail with numerous barriers to cross before entry is permitted. After making it past the stringent checkpoints, I am escorted to an office tucked away at the end of the longest corridor I’ve ever seen. There Marlin Rhode greets me and I can’t help but comment on the lengths I’ve gone to in order to get to him. He laughingly admits that he and his colleagues dub the corridor ‘the long walk to freedom’ at the end of a hard day’s work. Befittingly, a framed picture of Nelson Mandela takes pride of place on his desk, alongside photographs of Marlin’s wife and two adorable children.
But despite the in-house jokes about the passageway, this is a man who truly loves his work and he jumps at the chance to share the story of his success.
‘I grew up in Montana, a suburb close to Cape Town airport,’ he begins. ‘My schooling was fairly normal: from Windermere Primary, I went on to Kensington High School. Sure, there were kids there who were drinking alcohol and smoking dagga, but that never appealed to me. I was in with a good crowd of friends and the one thing that was always in the back of my mind was that I didn’t want to disappoint my parents.
They had – and still do have – so much faith in me. My parents worked hard to provide us with everything we needed in life, ensuring there was always electricity in the meter, clothes on our backs and food on the table.
‘Teachers were stricter in those days. The meneer would klap you if you didn’t dress appropriately. You were scared of them back then, but it was a good fear, if I can say that. There was one woodwork teacher, Mr Hudsonberg, who had a wooden box on his desk and if you didn’t get the required results in woodwork, you would have to pick a number – that was how many lashes you’d get. It was actually better to get a higher number, as he would apply the cane more gently!
‘Although I enjoyed school, I didn’t work too hard. It was my heart’s desire to be a chef and I figured I wouldn’t need many qualifications to do that, just talent in the kitchen. I got through Matric, but didn’t sail through. I had no clear vision, but knew I needed to earn money for catering school, so in 1995, when I saw an advert for mail handlers at the Post Office, I applied. All that was required was good handeye coordination. I was one of about 200 people employed part-time on a one-year contract.’
Marlin stops and opens a desk drawer, pulling out a dog-eared piece of paper – his first ever pay slip – testifying to his then meager earnings: the princely sum of R1000 per month! ‘After a few months earning an income the goggatjie (bug) bit me and I became accustomed to earning, no matter how small the salary,’ he admits. ‘I was enjoying my independence and my aspirations of tertiary education became secondary to my earnings. In 1997, I was promoted to fully-fledged forklift driver. My possession of a driver’s license sealed the deal. In 2003 my title was changed to mail processor as a result of a collective bargaining process, although I still drove the forklift and my duties didn’t change much.’
Meanwhile, outside the world of work, wedding bells had sounded and in 2004 his wife, Carlenette, gave birth to their first-born, a daughter they named Phoenix.
‘Her arrival changed everything,’ he professes. ‘It was a real light bulb moment for me; the proverbial penny dropped and I realised that if I carried on as I was going, we would never be in a position to provide Phoenix with the kind of upbringing we wanted for her. If she was to have a great education, I was going to need to bring home a salary to sustain that.
So I decided then and there to equip myself with at least a degree so that I could secure myself a job with more earning potential. Problem was that I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to study!
Armed with a brown envelope containing my Matric certificate, I attended appointments with career counsellors at different universities. As luck should have it, I had the fortune of coming across a gentleman called Dr Fredricks, whom I will never forget. He looked at my results and said, “You qualify for university admission, young man. You should study law and become a lawyer or magistrate”.
I just packed out laughing,’ Marlin recalls with a smile. ‘I told him he was crazy, that lawyers were clever people, people with status, and I was a forklift driver. I mean really! Come, let’s go to Coca Cola or Nampak and tell the forklift driver there that they can become an advocate. He’ll think you are smoking something!’
But Fredricks’ words stayed with him and sure enough, he applied to study law at UWC. ‘When I received my provisional acceptance, I was shocked out of my wits!’ Marlin grins.
And so the hard work began… from Monday to Thursday, between 2005 and 2010, Marlin ended his working day by hauling out the books and putting his head down to study. Looking back, he admits that he couldn’t have done it without the unwavering support of his wife.
‘My family were truly the driving force, I did it all for them,’ he states proudly. ‘My wife also works at the Post Office as a supervisor, so that made it easier for me to study long hours. She never distracted me or complained. We both wanted the world for our children (by now our son, Zachary, had been born). It’s easy to wish for your child to become a rocket scientist, but you have to provide the means for them to get there.
‘And I also couldn’t have done it without my faith in the Almighty. My grandfather was, and uncles are, ministers in the church and whilst I am not a born again Christian, I cling to the principles and beliefs that religion has taught me.’
I ask Marlin a question that’s been on my lips. A law degree doesn’t come cheap… How did he afford to fund his studies?
Initially it was hard. For the first year I had to fund my own studies, at around R10 000. I’d applied for a bursary from the Post Office in 2004, but didn’t get it. At the time I felt my employer saw me as a forklift driver with delusions of grandeur! But I had a point to prove, and refused to let this hurdle stand in my way. I would show them. I wasn’t a forklift driver applying for a bursary to do a law degree; I was Marlin Rhode applying, and I knew I had the staying power to see it through.
I studied like crazy and made the Dean’s Merit List. At the time I didn’t even realise what an achievement this was – I was a top performer in my group! But the decision-makers at the Post Office clearly noticed, and they agreed to fund my studies from that point forward.
‘Perhaps it was a good thing that I had to pay my own way initially, as that meant I could not possibly mess up. Maybe if the Post Office had paid I wouldn’t have taken it as seriously. A blessing in disguise!’
Around the time the Post Office provided Marlin’s bursary, the position of Employee Relations Practitioner was advertised and although he didn’t have all the required qualifications just yet, the powers that be now recognised his potential and awarded him the job.
Six years and many hours spent sitting at a desk later, at the age of 31, this hard-working scholar wrote his final exams, and his dreams came true when he was capped by Desmond Tutu at an official ceremony at UWC.
And then another dream came to fruition on the day of his admission as an advocate.
‘There I was, standing in court and being sworn in before Justice Samela and Acting Justice van Standen. There were so many things going through my mind. No money in the world could ever have bought that moment. I sacrificed so much to get there – time with family, special occasions, rugby games, watching England play in the World Cup, but it was all worth it,’
Marlin reflects. ‘My wife, daughter and mother were there to share it. I hope that day will impart in Phoenix a sense of self-belief; a knowing that she can do anything she puts her mind to.’
Marlin is also thankful to the Post Office for playing a supporting role in his success. ‘As as an organisation, they have proven their commitment to assisting employees in acquiring the necessary skills to progress their careers. Whenever I asked for time off, study leave or just quiet time, they were supportive. If you want to study and you are working here, it is a good combination.’
And colleagues at the Post Office further honoured the advocate’s achievements last year by presenting him with a Silver Star Award for Self Development at a glitzy gala in Johannesburg.
It seems there is no stopping Marlin now… last year he applied to do his Masters and he is currently busy on his proposal. His thesis: A critical analysis of privacy in the work place. If all goes well, he should graduate in 2013. Seems that the long days of all work and no play are not over just yet. But he’s not even slightly phased.
‘Although my career at the Post Office started off as a means to earn, these days money has become secondary. I am one of the fortunate few who earn a salary doing something I love. I have a passion for the law and faith in our judiciary system. Doing what I do is such an awesome feeling – I don’t want to be selfish and keep it all to myself. If you are a young person interested in becoming an advocate or attorney, you are welcome to contact me and I’ll advise you as to how to get started as best I can.’
I’ve learnt that…