On the day he died, i was in our flat on grafton and minors in yeoville. my dad called. i turned on the TV to hear the worst news. i remember being quite hysterical, laughing, not because i thought it was funny. somehow, tears seemed too little and my emotions were confused. i hear that an aunt of mine laughs when she is sad. i had only had occassion to meet him once. we were visiting MK cadres on hunger strike in hospital – Neo, Ting Ting, Jabu. i had a crush on Ting. we were sitting on the floor in the corridor of the hospital one fine day, an ordinary day, waiting for the doctors to tend to our comrades. then, the light became brighter, the world slowed down, and walking down the corridor in a haze of nostalgia was our hero, Chris Hani. he shook our hands. and we were forever touched.