Where were you when Chris Hani was killed?

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.

when he was murdered, we drove with our neighbour Andrew who was also a soldier, to visit his family in boksburg.  we were lost in vosloo looking for the place.  i pulled over and asked someone, where is dawn park? he didn’t understand me.  andrew leaned over and said, dawna puck.  he directed us there.  my silly colonial monotone.

i like to think that Chris, Ting Ting and Andrew are together now, looking out for us, reining us in, and maybe even steering us back on track.

rest in power, our comrades.  you will never be forgotten.

* Feel free to share your Chris Hani stories in the comments.