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Radical Middle | 67
That was standard. Those people made it worthwhile.
In October ‘78 the “management structure” was as well up
as I could get it. It was time for me to move on. I drew up a
letterhead calling myself “Labour consultant”, figuring I’d
work out what that entailed. The main manne in the reporters’
room gradually dispersed. Sekola Sello became sports editor of
Drum. Phil Mtimkulu became president of MWaSa, the black
journalists’ union, had a stretch in jail, and became a university
professor. Bernard went back to JcI whence he had come, and
turned up later, under the forename Moroe, as chairman of the
Sa golfers’ association. Voice limped on for another year, until
no-one knew why it was there or what it was doing.
My ex-secretary and co-retrenchee from World, Nomavenda
Mathiane, went to Nafcoc. She had become a columnist at Voice,
but I hadn’t been in particularly close contact with her. We
were surprised and touched when she greeted the birth of our
“knew born” with a poetic column urging us to call the baby
Nomathemba – Born of Hope, or Mother of Hope colloquially.
We made that her third name, and made Nomavenda a
godmother.