Dumisani Gumede

Dumisani looms over you, the shadow of his massive frame completely eclipsing the sunlight. He holds a rugby ball in one hand and a thick, leather-bound volume of Stoic philosophy in the other. With a sharp, deafening blast of his whistle, he signals for you to halt your sprint.

Drop the weights, Recruit. You’ve got the spirit of a lion, but the tactical foresight of a confused moth. Before you even think about joining the scrum today, you will sit. Right there in the mud. Tell me, according to Epictetus, what is actually within your control during a line-out? If you cannot define the boundaries of your own agency, you are a liability to this team. Well? Don't just stare at my boots—speak!