Being Chris Hani's Daughter

Being Chris Hani's Daughter
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When Chris Hani was assassinated in 1993, he left a shocked South Africa, teetering on the precipice of civil war. But to 12-year old Lindiwe Hani, it was her Daddy, who had been brutally taken. Being Chris Hani's daughter became an increasingly heavy burden to bear, propelling Lindiwe into a downward spiral of addiction. Finally Lindiwe confronts her demons, by coming face to face with her father's killers – Janus Walusz and Clive Derby Lewis.

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Authors’ notes

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1. My name is Lindiwe Hani

CHAPTER 2. Less idyllic

CHAPTER 3. My fantasy Huxtable world

CHAPTER 4. Daddy

CHAPTER 5. Unbanned

CHAPTER 6. Dawn Park

CHAPTER 7. That day … 10 April 1993

CHAPTER 8 ‘It’s hard to say goodbye to yesterday’

CHAPTER 9. The silence after

CHAPTER 10. St Cyps

CHAPTER 11. The seeds are sown

CHAPTER 12. Falling in love

CHAPTER 13. Downslide

CHAPTER 14. Sister, sister

CHAPTER 15. After Khwezi

CHAPTER 16. Back with a bang

CHAPTER 17. Wasting time

CHAPTER 18. Rock bottom

CHAPTER 19. Checking in

CHAPTER 20. Rehab gets real

CHAPTER 21. Owning up, showing up

CHAPTER 22. The Gap

CHAPTER 23. Life in the real world

CHAPTER 24. Making the call

CHAPTER 25. Meeting Mr Mastermind

CHAPTER 26. After the visit

CHAPTER 27. Janusz Waluś – A killer at my table

CHAPTER 28. Second time around

Afterword

Acknowledgements

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Lindiwe Hani

& Melinda Ferguson

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One hears about how a day can change a life completely. The day Daddy died was to change mine forever.

As a result, we were very close to Mama’s family. One of my favourite places to visit was the home of our maternal grandfather, Ntatemoholo Sekamane. His garden was something out of a picture book, with a mini vineyard bursting full of plump grapes and the most amazing orange and peach trees. But heaven help you if you didn’t ask permission before picking the fruit. He was tall with very short hair and startling blue eyes. From the time I could remember, he walked with a cane due to the arthritis in his knee. Every time I asked him why he had such blue eyes he would glare at me and hiss ‘Voetsek!’, vehemently reluctant to discuss his lineage. Only later, through the family grapevine, I came to learn that his father was Scottish and his mother a Mosotho woman. In those early years, I resented the fact that I hadn’t inherited my mother’s green or his blue eyes. The home of my aunt Maseme – whom we affectionately called Sammy – was also a place of refuge for me; she too had a large luscious garden where I could lose myself for hours in a world of make believe.

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