These were the loudest words said to one of South Africa's billionaires, Patrice Motsepe, at the African National Congress's National General Council in Birchwood. Patrice Motsepe was 'recognisably standing' in the 'front row' as the ANC's Secretary General, Fikile Mbalula, was also 'standing' and courting the 'attention' of delegates, some of whom were in an 'attentive interactive conversation' with Mr Motsepe. Behind a 'standing' Mbalula were Deputy President Paul Mashatile, Treasurer Dr Gwen Ramokgopa, and Deputy SG Nomvula Mokonyane, none of whom were 'standing' but seated on the podium reserved for the top seven officials of the ANC. When the SG 'asked' a 'standing' Patrice Motsepe to 'sit down', meaning he 'should not be standing', the literal 'instruction' carried more profound implications than the physical implications of the statement on the conference floor. The fra...
It’s not the reality of Cde Squire's passing that makes us feel this way. It is the lens we are going to use to get to grips with life without him that we should contend with. A literally larger-than-life individual who had one of the most stable and rarest internal loci of control has left us. The thief that death is has struck again. Reading the notice with his picture on it made me feel like I could ask him, "O ya kae grootman, re sa go nyaka hierso." In that moment, I also heard him say, "My Bla, mfanakithi, comrade lucky, ere ko khutsa, mmele ga o sa kgona." The dialogue with him without him, and the solace of the private conversations we had, made me agree with his unfair expectation for me to say, vaya ncah my grootman. The news of his passing brought to bear the truism that death shows us what is buried in us, the living. In his absence, his life will be known by those who never had the privilege of simply hearing him say 'heita bla' as...