A year before South Africa’s first-ever democratic election in 1994, small groups of journalists secretly leave South Africa for training workshops in Toronto.
It’s been two-and-a-half years since Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela died. And every month that goes by moves South Africa further away from the democratic dream for which he lived. The dream isn’t quite over yet. But you can sense, feel, smell, ominous signals that Madiba’s beloved country is turning into yet another African plutocratic kleptocracy, ruled by yet another noxious Big Man. President Jacob Zuma, the wily, half-educated Struggle veteran, seems to believe South Africa is his personal fiefdom — its rapidly dwindling wealth at his personal disposal, to spend as he wishes.
For 103 years the statue of Cecil John Rhodes crouches there on the University of Cape Town (UCT) campus, brooding out over the rugby fields all the way to the Cape Flats.
The statue celebrates his dream of a white man’s Africa — stretching British imperial power 7,235 kilometres from Cape to Cairo.