On the trail of South Africa’s political assassins.
It was a peaceful evening in the township KwaNdengezi, near Pinetown in KwaZulu-Natal in September 2014. Thuli Ndlovu’s year-old son Freedom was in his grandmother’s arms. It was good to be alive. Thuli was glad she had drawn attention to, and taken a stand against, the corruption that was robbing poor people in the area. Also there was neighbour Siphehlise Madlala who was helping Thuli’s 17-year-old daughter, Slindile, with her matric studies.
It was a warm and cosy domestic scene in the tiny RDP house, a cramped dwelling, but an improvement on the shack the Ndlovu family had occupied previously. For the people in the room the evening could have gone on forever. If it was a good time to be alive, it was perhaps not the best time to die.