The Mandela of Fort Hare

We lost a friend, a brother and a Comedian of note - Litre Kgositsile and like always, it afforded us an opportunity to meet old friends and reminisce about the good old days....Reminds me of lyrics to a song that my dearly departed father liked so much....'' Can you remember baby, talking about the good old days, can you still make love in the same old way"....Don't ask as i cannot for the life of me remember who the singer is.

So, those that were able to find their way into this photograph are Teenage, Zola, Poni, Matla, Les-Ma-ada and Sestig. Well, we all came to say farewell to the man who chose to call himself..."The Mandela of Fort Hare". May his soul rest in peace.

Well, if you are wondering why he called himself " The Mandela of Fort Hare", you surely were not a student at Fort Hare between the years 1988 and 1999. The man was as popular in Fort Hare as Mandela is in the whole world. I mean everybody - everybody knew him and everybody liked him because whenever he was around, we forgot about our low DP's....we forgot about our cruel lecturers and we even forgot about umagila ('slang for our daily diet on campus) because he dished out tons and tons of laughter.

Yes, as i pinch myself....i realise that this is not a dream. it is real...i will no longer see the only person allowed to refer to 'me' as an 'xample of a black man' He is no more.

Yes he is no more. This was the thought that visited me as i walked through Campus. We created great memories and yes he is not here to relive those memories with me.