1996 – the year of finalised rights.

I came into this world screaming having been born two days early as the doctor decided my mother was at the end of her pregnancy. For weeks she couldn’t sleep as I stared at her glassy-eyed from my cot, howling if she put her head down and out of sight. At the same time, apartheid officials were inescapably stared at by the families of those they had oppressed and killed as the Truth and Reconciliation Commission began its first formal hearings. The year was 1996.

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