Early one Saturday morning, October 16, 1976, the phone rang in my house. I ran down to answer it. When I picked up the phone, all I could hear was somebody sobbing so loudly that I did not know who was calling or what they were saying to me.  I kept asking who it was and what they were trying to tell me, and finally realised it was my Aunt Dette telling me “to tell your dad his cousin is dead and to turn on the news on the radio”. That was all I could make out. I ran upstairs…

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