Lightning cracked around 05:00. The rain had been pouring all night long, so the family turned in early. The year was 2004, and it was my first year as a journalism student at the Durban University of Technology.
I had mustered up a decent amount of savings (R15 000) as I worked part-time after school as a telephone operator for Mr. Delivery. Yes, kids, you had to pick up the phone (a landline of all things) and speak to a person to order take-out deliveries back then. We earned R5 per hour on the phone, and I would get a small percentage of all revenue from my shift. When my dad had the evening off, I also worked as a Scooters' pizza delivery person, as he would let me borrow his car.