WE did not have a television when Nelson Mandela came out of prison, so on February 12, 1990, I was running alongside a car near the Presbyterian Church in Imbali Stage 1 thinking he was inside, and, indeed, a man in a modest car was inside waving. Aunt Vuyelwa has a son who is autistic and it inspired her to open a centre. Tata, ignorant of any ancestral synergy, launched the centre for her in his capacity as South African president and a plaque commemorates this. I guess I embellish the relationship because of my grandmothers, but there is a separation in ancestry from two brother generations ago, which means only some of the clan names are common and not others. My aunt and mom correct (and confuse) me because it is complex information to Westernised me, but they are in pain today.