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Son of Sekhukhuneland — why Aaron Motsoaledi won’t let go of the NHI

Son of Sekhukhuneland — why Aaron Motsoaledi won’t let go of the NHI
ON THE RECORD: In August, Motsoaledi spoke to Mia Malan at Bhekisisa’s offices in Johannesburg for its monthly TV show, Health Beat, which will air on eNCA on 25 August at 5.30pm. (Photo: Justin Barlow)
Sean Christie
By Sean Christie
19 Aug 2024
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When our profile writer, Sean Christie, asked Aaron Motsoaledi for a form of life story share, South Africa’s health minister responded with a swift biographical flyover. But Christie was more interested in a sense of the experiences that lie behind the bullet points, both good and bad.

I anticipated postponements and there were a few, but an afternoon came when his ministerial commitments concluded earlier than expected, and I was told to be online at three o’clock. 

“He should sign on,” says the health department’s spokesperson, Foster Mohale, adding, “if he doesn’t, call me”.

At 3pm, I open the Zoom meeting and confront a notification saying, “Aaron Motsoaledi has entered the waiting room for this meeting”. 

I click “admit”, discharging my temporary power over one of the country’s most senior politicians, and after pleasantries explain that I am hoping for a form of life story share. 

Motsoaledi, taking lunch on the fly, responds with a swift biographical flyover. 

He says he was born, raised and mostly educated in Sekhukhuneland, which straddles the border of present-day Limpopo and Mpumalanga provinces. After some false starts he studied medicine at what was then the University of Natal (today the University of KwaZulu-Natal Nelson R Mandela school of medicine), doing his internship at King Edward VIII Hospital in Durban. After graduating, he worked for a year at Masana Hospital (now Mapulaneng) in Bushbuckridge, and in 1986 opened a private surgery back in Sekhukhuneland, in a town which grew up around a hospital: Jane Furse Memorial. Here he remained, working as a community GP until the advent of democracy, when he became a member of the provincial legislature in Limpopo.

Motsoaledi ‘I was really highly politicised by the time I arrived in Durban, an angry Black young person,’ says Motsoaledi about when he arrived at the (then) University of Natal to study medicine. (Photo: Supplied)



“I would later serve as MEC for education, transport and agriculture. In 2009, I was sent to parliament, and appointed minister of health [until 2019]. I have served in Cabinet ever since, and started my second term as health minister in June. Thank you,” he concludes, the way an emergency responder might say, “over”.

All of this information is already recorded in many an online bio. Included in such write-ups is ample recognition of his (more or less undisputed) contributions in the healthcare sector, including a massive expansion of HIV, tuberculosis (TB) and maternal health services. They also make reference to a not insignificant number of controversies, including Motsoaledi’s scapegoating of foreigners as the cause of collapsing health services and overcrowded hospitals, and the fact that he was minister when the Life Esidimeni tragedy – during which 141 mental health patients died when the Gauteng health department transferred them from private facilities for which it paid, to unequipped and unlicensed community organisations – took place. All of this, to use a slightly pretentious term, is extant.

I am more interested in what is absent from those writings: a sense of the experiences that lie behind the bullet points, both good and bad.

Happily, when asked, Motsoaledi was only too willing to depart from his fact-sheet approach.

Barefoot in Phokwane


“I used to go to school without any shoes, like all rural kids at the time. In fact, I got my first pair of shoes and first pair of long trousers only after passing primary school,” says Motsoaledi, whose bare feet saw the inside of many primary schools, because his school principal father was moved around a lot.

“I was one of nine siblings. Our home was the village of Phokwane, but I moved with my father [Kgokolo Michael Motsoaledi] whenever he was posted to a new village school,” he says.

A standout student, who passed Standard 3 [Grade 5 today] “with absolutely flying colours”, Motsoaledi was allowed to vault Standard 4 [today Grade 6]. He excelled at sports, always taking the baton last in the relay race.

When I ask about the place of sports in his life currently, he gives a mock-anguished groan and says he stopped playing team sports a long time ago. “For years, my thing was walking – I used to walk the streets, 20km at a time up to three times a week – but my security detail put a stop to this practice when I became a minister.”

He admits the limitation hit his waistline in a big way. 

“It has gotten so bad that I joined Planet Fitness a month ago, but now I’m struggling to get time even to go to the gym.” 

Political awareness


After primary school, Motsoaledi attended Setotolwane High 20km outside Polokwane, a boarding school whose alumni include Mamphela Ramphele.

“Although we were a rural school there was a keen awareness of the struggle to end Bantu education. Ninety percent of our teachers were Afrikaners, for one thing,” says Motsoaledi, who joined fellow students in disrupting school activities on 16 June 1976, after word reached them of the youth uprising in Soweto.

“On that day some of us slept in a tree, because our school library burned down in all of the commotion and we were all regarded as culprits by a certain Colonel Van Zyl, who had arrived to attack us,” says Motsoaledi, who made it through matric without further mishap, scoring marks that secured him a place in the University of Natal’s medical school. 

Motsoaledi Motsoaledi attended Setotolwane High 20km outside Polokwane, a boarding school whose alumni include Mamphela Ramphele. (Photo: Supplied)



Unable to afford the fees, Motsoaledi taught for a year, but by the time he was ready to enrol again the university had been told it could no longer accept Black students.

“The government had decided to separate the races into their own separate ethnic universities. I was told I would have to attend the recently opened Medunsa [the Medical University of South Africa, today Sefako Makgatho Health Sciences University] north of Tshwane in Garankuwa,” explains Motsoaledi. 

He completed a premedical course at the University of the North at Turfloop (now University of Limpopo), and by the time he finished this the University of Natal was again accepting Black medical students, “following a big protest against the removal of Africans”.

The link between the struggle for medicine and liberation


“I was really highly politicised by the time I arrived in Durban, an angry Black young person,” says Motsoaledi, who found “the mood of organising” on campus very different to what he had experienced in Limpopo, “where the level of political activity was exceeded by the level of repression”.

In his first week, a group of activists came down from Johannesburg to launch the Release Mandela campaign on campus. Motsoaledi was intrigued to learn that one of the speakers was the dean of the medical school, Theodore Sarkin. 

“I was not used to that, because at the university I had come from we viewed the white university authorities as enemies of the students. Ever since high school that’s how I had viewed every white person, in fact,” says Motsoaledi, who had a personal stake in the campaign because his uncle, Elias Motsoaledi, was at the time imprisoned alongside Mandela on Robben Island.

Sarkin, he says, narrated a very simple and compelling story.

“He said something to the effect of, look, I’m a professor in medicine working at King Edward VIII Hospital [in Durban], which is always overcrowded, and there are days when I have to kneel down to examine a patient because he’s lying on the floor, or sleeping under the bed, because there’s no space. Meanwhile, there’s a big hospital down the road with lots of empty beds in it, called Addington, but I cannot take our excess people there because it’s a whites-only hospital. I’m a professor of medicine, yet I can’t help my patients. 

“In conclusion he said he believed that Nelson Mandela holds the only key to this problem, and he wants him out of prison so that we can start a new country together,” says Motsoaledi, who thereafter embraced the province’s brand of politics, which emphasised nonracialism.

Motsoaledi receiving his medical degree at the University of Natal in 1983. (Photo: Supplied)



He joined the student representative council in his second year, and would later become its president, working alongside Sarkin.

“He really helped us a lot. Whenever security police came onto campus, they reported to him first and he would delay them so that we could go and hide, or dispose of incriminating materials,” Motsoaledi recalls.

There’s a silence on the other end of the line. Motsoaledi is either chewing, or mulling.

“Now,” he says, “I'm emphasising this episode because it made me realise that there’s a link between the struggle for medicine and the struggle for liberation, and I did not need to think of my studies and my political activities as separate arenas.”

A GP underground – with a briefcase full of cash


Motsoaledi would become the first correspondent secretary of the Azanian Students Organisation, which became the South African Students Congress, and towards the end of his time in Durban he was working underground, “helping comrades who were on the run to go across a border into exile”. 

After graduating and moving back up north, he thought it was all over, but there came a day in 1987 when a man walked into Motsoaledi’s surgery in Jane Furse, and announced that he was a member of the African National Congress’s then banned military wing, uMkhonto weSizwe, living underground.

“He said he had lost contact with his handlers outside the country, and that his orders in the event of this happening were to report to me. I said, ‘How do you know I am not a police spy?’ and he said, ‘Well, if that’s the case, the leadership has misled me’.” 

Motsoaledi was gobsmacked, but decided to get involved with the local cell, financing his new comrades’ operations from his own pocket, and helping with logistics. Years later, his contact handed him a letter addressed to Chris Hani, the chief of staff of uMkhonto weSizwe.

“He asked me to hand the letter to Hani. I thought this was very ambitious and mad – I could not believe that Chris Hani knew of this particular man and our cell, but he insisted and so I visited my uncle, Elias Motsoaledi, who was then living in Mzimhlophe in Soweto, and he handed me over to Tokyo Sexwale, who took me to this house deep in Zola, where I found Chris Hani sitting in a bedroom,” says Motsoaledi, adding that he was “shivering with nerves”.

“I thought I was dreaming. I got confused, I was completely starstruck, but I found him to be such a simple, humble person. After reading the letter he said, ‘Oh yes, I understand’, and he promised he would contact me at a later date, and that he was happy that I was helping these fellows.”

Motsoaledi met Hani again at a hotel in Thohoyandou (“it was a casino at that time”) in the company of Tokyo Sexwale.

“Inside the hotel room he gave me the proverbial briefcase filled with cash, and said, ‘go and help those fellows but also help yourself, because you have been using your own resources’, and I assured him I would not do that, and that I regarded it as a contribution to the struggle,” says Motsoaledi. His involvement in the underground grew until his commander was killed in a house raid by government security forces, destroying the cell. 

Motsoaledi would continue his political activism until 1994, when he joined the provincial legislature in Limpopo.

Uncle Elias: ‘We lived together in my mother’s house’


He has mentioned his famous uncle Elias a few times, but always obliquely.

“How well did you actually know him?” I venture.

“Well, look,” he says, beginning his answer the same way he began all previous answers, “his involvement in the Rivonia Trial and his subsequent imprisonment on Robben Island all happened before I went to school, and for years afterwards his name was hardly ever mentioned because in rural areas at that time, if you spoke about political leaders it was in corners, in whispers,” says Motsoaledi, who came to fully appreciate his uncle’s contribution to the liberation struggle when he attended university. 

As soon as he could afford to, Motsoaledi travelled to Cape Town and took a boat to Robben Island to visit his uncle. After Elias Motsoaledi’s release in 1989, the two men became close.

Many of Motsoaledi’s classmates at the University of Natal’s medical school would go on to become prominent names in South African healthcare. Among this group are Salim Abdool Karim, Joe Phaahla, Siyabonga Cwele and Karmani Chetty. (Photo: Supplied)



“He came to Sekhukhuneland on the instructions of Walter Sisulu, who told him to mobilise the traditional leaders. We lived together in my mother’s house. I was moving around with him, organising with him,” he recalls.

Elias Motsoaledi died on the day Mandela was inaugurated as president of South Africa, a month after his nephew was elected to represent the ANC in the newly established Limpopo provincial legislature.

“I like to think he departed believing his sacrifice was not in vain,” says Motsoaledi, and because our time is running short I take the vague opportunity to ask how he feels about his own decades-long contribution to the liberation struggle, especially as it pertains to healthcare.

“Look, as students we really believed that we could form an alternative health system in this country,” he says.

“Thanks to people like Sarkin, we were aware of the Alma-Ata Declaration of 1978, which insisted that health is a fundamental human right, and that expanding primary healthcare is the solution to achieving health for all by the year 2000. 

“We had also read the report called Apartheid and Health, which came from the 1981 meeting of the World Health Organization Africa region. It described apartheid as the very negation of health for all, something that has to be totally eradicated before that vision can be realised. 

“So we had this idea that you had to first be a soldier to fight for liberation, then healthcare delivery will follow,” says Motsoaledi. “Of course, this isn’t what happened.”

‘Financial apartheid is trickier to fight than racial apartheid’


In the health minister’s reckoning, the dream of health for all was thwarted at the dawn of democracy, “when private healthcare and medical schemes accelerated in the country, starting a new and more brutal form of apartheid, dividing people in terms of what one has in resources to pay for healthcare services”.

He illustrates his point with a reference to the so-called ABCs of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

“After something like a motor vehicle accident, when a victim is unresponsive, we were taught as medical students to check the airways, breathing and circulation, and then you can administer drugs as necessary. 

“Now when you find someone like that on the road, the first thing that must be checked is whether they have medical aid or not. When triage is being done at the scene of a disaster, it’s no longer about how sick you are; it’s about whether you have medical aid, in which case you will get a different quality of care. 

“I find that completely unacceptable,” he says, and I can hear a sound like a plate being swept away. 

In August, Motsoaledi spoke to Mia Malan at Bhekisisa’s offices in Johannesburg for its monthly TV show, Health Beat, which will air on eNCA on 25 August at 5.30pm. (Photo: Justin Barlow)



Motsoaledi’s tone has certainly changed, and his pronunciation of triage – try-arge – makes his idiom sound even more forceful.  

“The concept of Alma-Ata is all but gone. I don’t think medical students and young doctors these days give it a moment’s thought,” he complains.  

“I’m telling you, this financial apartheid is much trickier to fight than racial apartheid, because back then you could see your enemy; now there’s an integration of people who were formerly enemies, including the cream of the Black nation. 

“I’m talking about public servants, doctors, nurses, teachers, police, the army, members of Parliament, even the judiciary — they have all been bundled together, and are getting very heavy subsidies from the fiscus to be on medical aid, whereas those who are not employed or who are in lower jobs have been left to fend for themselves alone,” he says.

NHI: Why getting it done is personal


I can sense the elephant in the room – National Health Insurance (NHI) – shifting its feet in the corner. Although South Africa’s controversial NHI Act has a history that goes back to 1994 and the coming to power of the ANC (some argue it goes all the way back to Prime Minister Jan Smuts’s appointment of the National Health Services Commission in 1942), it is Motsoaledi who is seen as NHI’s midwife, as it was he who oversaw the development of the policy discussion documents that preceded the signing into law of NHI in May. He also presided over the implementation of a series of expensive and less-than-encouraging NHI pilot projects in various parts of the country.

What he says next reinforces the view that for Motsoaledi, getting NHI done is a personal mission, driven (perhaps at the cost of expediency?) by long-cherished revolutionary ideals.

“The way NHI is being very vehemently opposed – I may even say verbally violently so – tells you that we have never had a revolution in healthcare. 

“There was a clear revolution fought to bring forth equal education for all. The 1976 youth uprising saw to that and much later Fees Must Fall provided a reminder that if you mess around in that sector, there will be an uprising. 

“There has been nothing like that in healthcare, and that’s why people can easily fight NHI without fear or even embarrassment, despite the fact that the greatest form of inequality in the country is found in the healthcare system.”

Beneath the obvious outrage there seems to be a note of fatigue, or resignation. It is one thing to dream, another to deliver the dream in a real-world context, especially one featuring an increasing number of steep barriers, ranging from the poor state of the economy to the fact that Motsoaledi’s party, the ANC, lost hegemony in the 2024 general elections, and now leads the country as the primary partner in a government of national unity comprising 11 parties, only four of which support NHI outright.

[photo of Motsoaledi at media briefing 201; filename: Minister Aaron Motsoaledi Media Briefing DH 4939]

Our time is up, and the minister signs off with the same formal politeness with which he began the conversation, and he is gone before I can mention that we have, in fact, met once before, at the 2018 TB Conference in Durban. 

It is a story worth sharing, I think. 

I was working for a medical nonprofit at the time, and for several years we had been pushing hard for better treatment options for patients with drug-resistant forms of TB, as the standard antibiotics were extremely harsh and often cured TB at the cost of a patient’s ability to hear.. 

South Africa’s Health Department had secured limited access to newer drugs through special agreements with drug companies but could not allow blanket access because the drugs were still undergoing clinical trials, and the World Health Organization (WHO) had not yet recommended their routine use. 

By 2018, however, the department’s own evidence showed that the new drugs were safer and much more effective than the old ones. At the meeting with Motsoaledi and his TB team, we suggested that if the country were to announce that it could not wait any longer to offer the new drugs to all patients who could benefit from them – that to do so would frankly be unethical – it would push the WHO to hurry up and recommend their use. 

Motsoaledi turned to the head of his TB directorate, Norbert Ndjeka, and said, “I think we must do it”. 

A public announcement followed the next day, and not long afterwards the WHO recommended these same drugs be made routinely available.

A classic act of activism, led by a man who remains, at heart, a fighter. DM

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