Apparently I died one recent Sunday night or early Monday morning. What caused my death was suicide by hanging. But hey – I reportedly did it on the farm. Better than hanging myself on some urine-drenched tree in the township.
Then, just when I thought the rumour was confined to Barberton, it came to my attention that queries about my “death” were coming in from virtually all corners of Mpumalanga, and particularly from the capital, Nelspruit.