13/02/2026
It’s World Radio Day. 📻
Radio was my first love.
Before algorithms. Before social media. Before “content.”
In my very first week at UCT, I signed up for UCT Radio — the first thing I put my name down for. Later, I went to Ireland to study media production for film and radio, with quiet BBC dreams tucked into my suitcase.
While I was there, I interned at OpenFM running around the streets of Dublin interviewing strangers, gathering vox pops, reporting the news. I loved the movement of it. The immediacy. The courage it takes to stop someone mid-stride and ask, “What do you think?”
Back in South Africa, I won a competition to train as a producer at CapeTalk. I worked graveyard shifts. Slept strange hours. Screened calls in the middle of the night. Occasionally co-hosted.
And in those quiet hours, I heard it all — hopes, fears, confessions.
Radio is theatre of the mind.
Sometimes it’s also a constant friend humming in the background for someone who feels alone
The environment wasn’t always kind. There were toxic and misogynistic dynamics that shaped the experience in complicated ways. But I’m grateful I got to sit in that glowing studio at 2am, listening to a country think out loud.
Radio was my first love. And it still shapes how I tell stories.
