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“Hey Mister!” I ignored him. I have learnt it is best to ignore the police, usually. “Hey Mister, is this your car?” as I opened the door. Busted. “Yes.” “These, these flags, you must change them,” he pointed to the little South African flags ‘gloves’ adorning the wing mirrors. I stared blankly at him, were [...]
What really happens behind the khaki curtain ….
I have to admit to a startling and disturbing memory that overtook me as I was driving towards Ventersdorp to watch Eugene Terre’blanche be buried. Thousands of his sad and angry supporters were also driving to that little North West (formerly Western Transvaal) town to bid their white power icon adieu, after he was murdered [...]
Sharpeville protests 2010
Sharpeville. If one word epitomises the history of the South African people’s struggle against malign power, then it is the name of this small township south of Johannesburg. It was in 1960, on March 21, that white police officers opened fire with sten guns on an unarmed crowd of some 5,000 black protesters who were [...]
Heavenly day
I must admit, I was nervous about going to Nigeria. It seemed akin to going into the lair of the beast. I had seen District 9, after all, and have ventured through Little Nigeria – Hillbrow – of a night. Was I, too, about to become cat food? Nah, I told myself as I waited [...]
A Minor Inconvenience
Of course I had forgotten about Angola’s farewell sting. At the airport, once safely past immigration, security and the shops, the “Financial Police” gather at enclosed cubicles for the final shakedown. “How much dollars you have?” “Not much…” I said, fanning the notes in my wallet. The policeman nodded intensely, eyes fixed on my wallet, [...]
The Miracle
I was having an unusual breakfast of spaghetti and meatballs at my hotel in Accra, Ghana, gulping desperately at the fourth or fifth cup of weak coffee when I noticed that the entire kitchen and wait staff were riveted to the television set. Instead of the usual CNN or soccer on the massive flat screen, [...]
Nat Nakasa award
My colleagues in the SA Editors’ Forum honoured me this past weekend with the Nat Nakasa Award for courageous journalism, in balmy Durban. A lifetime achievement award, it is great to be recognised in this way. Trick is to ensure I keep up working in unusual places; as at just 46, I would hate to [...]
Shame and anger
Stuck in traffic on a downtown Johannesburg street, while giving our kids’ nanny a lift back to her apartment, a shadowy figure filled my window. I turned to look and there was a youngish man, thin, wearing a blue windcheater and his face covered with lesions. He has The Sickness, I thought, as I began [...]
FENCE JUMPERS
Fence-Jumping, Zimbabwe’s new national sport. Bumping along a sandy track in the pre-dawn gloom, sleepy boredom turns to excitement as security guard Pappi Molefe hisses “Illegals!” from the open back of the Landcruiser and turns on his failing torch to reveal two frightened young men huddled under Mopane bushes. Isaac and Nathan, in their twenties, [...]
UNWELCOME GUESTS
While in downtown Johannesburg to photograph the thousands of Zimbabwean refugees who seek shelter at the Central Methodist Church, I encountered an obstacle. My pen refused to write. It just so happened that the journalist with me had the same problem. The journalist’s idea was to gauge the feelings of those who had fled [...]
Should tannies toyi-toyi?
The ‘relaunch’ of the Democratic Alliance was never going to be a hot affair. But I was being paid to shoot it, so did what one has to do in the interests of fending off the end of capitalism as we know. When I saw the carefully decorated and lit stage, I turned to a [...]
Let injustice flourish
A great man lives in South Africa’s largest informal settlement, Orange Farm, south of Johannesburg. He was an activist in the ‘Eighties, during a particularly difficult time to be black and outspoken. The Apartheid state rewarded him with two years in police detention and left him for dead in the veld at the side of [...]
And we spit on the cult of personality
Or One Nation’s Struggle To Save Democracy. As the African National Congress breakaway, split or splinter – depending on your tendencies – met in the economic hub of Africa, I was left a little bemused. While it likened itself to the 1955 Kliptown gathering that gave birth to the Freedom Charter as a response to [...]
What our democracy means to me
Opinion - Jeff Mpondozenyathi One balmy September evening, I sat at the boarding gate waiting for my flight out of Frankfurt to Johannesburg. The waiting seemed to last forever, not because I was eager to get home but due to the acute embarrassment of watching South African youths behaving like hooligans. They were drunk, loud [...]