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.
What is it with the conviction, that you can save yourself and the world by shopping? Last week the tony Canadian chain, Holt Renfrew, began selling “the bag that can change the world.” For just $50, consumers can purchase a Tory Burch designed sack, some of the proceeds of which will go to feeding hungry African children. Feeding hungry children, wherever they may be, is a noble cause. But the persistence in undergirding a system that starves them in the first place detracts from the gesture.