On June 21 2015, I went to church as usual. I was in the choir and, being a youth leader, I had to be in church early every Sunday. But this service stands because it featured one of the little moments that led me to eventually leave this church – which I now have the courage to call a cult – and all organised religion.
It was Father’s Day, which meant the sermon would be even more phallic than usual. But it would be Chief Justice Mogoeng Mogoeng’s visit that would be etched in my memory forever and also raise red flags about his faith, and his duty to the bench and, by extension, the country.