Hani was born with an AK-47
Abe Mokoena Limpopo
Chris Hani is the eternal champion of the revolution for freedom and social justice. His name is like the baobab tree trunk that grows a metre in diameter every 100 years.
His warrior face mirrored the glory of Africa’s revolutionary triumph. His smile glittered like snow in the light of a full moon. His enigmatic profile is heading for mythical status.
He emerged from his mother’s miracle womb carrying an AK-47 in his tiny hands. He took on the apartheid war machinery at the height of its power and prestige. He embarked on a war of liberation that would bring down the curtain on the apartheid festival. He was ambushed when the smell of death was hiding in the religious scent of Easter.
His transition into the world of the spirits moved the wind to sob and cry. His life was an incubation for the birth of a new nation. His passion was a commitment to the reconstruction of South Africa. His personality was sweeter than Algerian wine. His leadership abilities reflected the values and ideals of a perfect future.
He left us like a river that had run dry. He majestically represents the moral difference between then and now.
He may have passed on, but Hani, for me, and the nation at large, is still a great leader. He is different from political chameleons that are white on a white wall and green on a green tree. He remains the beating heart of a people’s march to true emancipation.
His bones still bear the marks of revolt that the enemy left on his body. His life will, for the coming centuries, stand as an account of model comradeship, and in our hearts he will live forever.