An Open Letter to Margaret Thatcher…

An open letter to Mrs Margaret Thatcher from General Olusegun Obasanjo

Gen Olusegun Obasanjo

Gen Olusegun Obasanjo, Nigeria


Margaret Thatcher, UK

Obasanjo is a former president of Nigeria (and former head of it’s military government in the 1970s. In fact he handed over power to a civil government in 1979). Thatcher, recently deceased, was Britian’s first woman prime minister. Known as the Iron Lady, she is arguably the most well-known British Prime Minister since Sir Winston Churchill.

This letter was written in August 1986 and relates to Britain’s position on South Africa and Apartheid at the time, which was hawkish to say the least.

Special thanks to Scelo Gcabashe for unearthing it…

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The man that shaped #Gogo

The man that made #Gogo. A retrospective

First Published in Loocha Magazine, July 2011


In the last months that we shared with our beloved Gogo (grandmother), MaAlbertina Sisulu, my generation of the family increasingly found that her many moments of quiet were filled with what must surely have been happy memories of her childhood.

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Shaka at the Knysna Literary Festival

In March (2013), I had the pleasure of heading off to beautiful Knysna to attend their fourth annual Literary Festival. I was touched by the response I got when I addressed some of the local kids, and we shared different stories and story telling techniques. This is me in their midsts…Image

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A Sisulu, A Verwoed, and a Vorster walk into a coffee bar….

On meeting the grandsons of Apartheid “monsters” Verwoed and Vorster

First Published in City Press March 31, 2013

John Vorster Jr and I listen on while Carel Boshoff speaks

John Vorster Jr and I listen on while Carel Boshoff speaks

Driving down one of the town’s main roads into the morning brightness, I felt as if I had taken somewhat of a step back into time. Passing authentic Cape Dutch style buildings and the old bank which still had Eerste Nationale Bank pinned up on the wall, my little time travel ended on the steps of the local Art Museum.

I was in Stellenbosch, the last bastion of Afrikaaner might.

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