He worked his way up the ranks quickly, becoming an expert bomb-maker for the resistance, making dozens of Molotov cocktails and other explosives used to fight the apartheid regime.Bodibe spent nearly two decades living in exile in Tanzania training APLA recruits.The first few chapters in the book describe how European colonists arrived in South Africa to find “primitive” African tribal cultures living in “a wild and desolate country.” There is a large crimson stamp from the Department of Education and Training. Despite its clear bias, or perhaps because of it, Seabi has kept his last school textbook all these years. “Until the lions have their own historians, the story of the hunt will always glorify the hunter,” says Tyamzashe, quoting an African proverb.
Sitting in the sun’s fading glow, Bodibe glances behind him at the rusted metal walls of his shack. ” * * * ot far from Thabo’s shack in Atteridgeville, Tyamzashe and a handful of other veterans sit and drink beer in a friend’s front yard.“This is how I’m living after fighting for this liberation,” he says. Some of the men sit on plastic chairs, others on overturned buckets and crates while the rest recline on the grass. It happens organically, whenever a few of them happen to be in the same neighborhood and someone has a few rand to spare for beer.It was 1988 and he was at a guerilla training camp on the outskirts of Dar es Salaam, Tanzania – hundreds of miles from Tyamzashe’s native South Africa. Rows of fighters marched in time to the staccato cries of a drill instructor.Salty sweat dripped from every brow, and yellow dirt crunched under every boot. They’d arrived from all over South Africa, but were united by their shared purpose: destroying the apartheid system that treated black South Africans as less than human.n the night of December 17, 1991, Kim Dadou’s boyfriend, Darnell Sanders, drove up to her mother’s house.