Tuesday was a sad day for those of us who knew S’busiso Mseleku, the former sports editor of City Press.
Mseleku comes from the old school of journalism and his name appears alongside some of the great newsmen and newswomen of our time. Men and women who gave this profession the respectability, aura, honour and recognition to contest its spot as the fourth estate.
He was brilliant, brave, enterprising and esoteric.
The first time I used the GPS was during a World Cup in Europe. I was driving in a hired car with S’bu and we were trying to navigate our way around. A French Sophy was impatient with our sloth and insubordinate attitude. We were happy, laughing at her flustered tone. Without a doubt she was hurling insults at us, we both thought, but we did not care.
S’bu succumbed to the Covid-19 coronavirus on Monday night. This dreadful virus has claimed yet another life. It attacks people in their most vulnerable moment. Like the lousy coward that it is, it feeds on vulnerability. It isolates people from their loved ones, pushes them to loneliness, where they are most vulnerable, and makes them suffer a lonely death, with death itself as the only face they have to survey. It is the most merciless killer, with its drenched hands dripping innocent blood.
Qaphelani bakithi; stay out of harm’s way. Your life is not in the hands of politicians who keep fiddling while South Africa burns. Don’t be fooled by this or that level of lockdown, take the necessary precautions and stay safe.
Lala ngoxolo Mthombeni. Condolences to Thobani, his son, and the entire family.
These moments often bring to our sharp attention the invaluable contributions of those who are like startsy to us. These people are sometimes forgotten in the hustle and bustle of our lives. Here I talk about Gugu Marawa, sister to another sports great, Robert Marawa.
Gugu is like a hen – her wings are forever spread to cover and protect those she loves, those she cares about. She would have spread her wings to cover and protect us from this septicemic plague had it not been for its deceptive dark manoeuvres.
She has been a matriarch over the time we’ve known her. Not only does she present with a beautiful face, she is also brilliant, graceful and fearless. She has fought for each of us, taking up our battles time and again. She brought us together and allowed us to take cover quietly and delicately under her protection. We’d all whine for her attention and moan behind her back if time passed without her checking on us. She would laugh at this frivolity softly and just dismiss it.
This amaranth fought for Mseleku to get a bed in an overcrowded hospital. She kept constant contact with him and kept us updated. She was excited even by the false hope communicated by Mseleku himself. He told her that he was released from the intensive care unit and was getting better every day. He told her that the doctors predicted that he would be out of hospital by the past Tuesday, but that was not to be.
Thank you Gugu for being you. Thank you for being in our lives with your loving and caring personality. Thank you for everything you did for S’busiso Mseleku. Condolences to you too...