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Gook, I shall agree with you with "ingi-ingi" (reservations).

My reservations dwells the in the fact that this was not an ordinary individual.

This was a noble Nobel prize winner whose whole being was raised to the power of "Semi Angel". And who besides,kept on pouring superlatives over Winnie and his love for her.

In his shoes, I would have called the family and Winnie and explained to them why I would not include her in the Will.

And probably, see to it that she understands the situation and circumstances way in advance.

Now it appears that he was after all, masking all along and their love was sour like sour and bitter like.....(what was that medicine they used to pump in Africans to cure all sicknesses!??)

Hmm, we are all humans of blood and flesh!!

Noc'la gaumoy

 

"WE FORM THE CULTURE THAT FORMS US"….noc'la gaumoy.

Den tisdag, 11 februari 2014 19:21 skrev Gook <grakanga@gmail.com>:

A wonderful man full of grace...if I were in his shoes....my will would look exactly like his!

The betrayal of a spouse is more painful than none other!..?

Sent from Gook's iPatch!

"What you are we once were, what we are   you shall be!"

An inscription on the walls of a Roman catacomb.

On 10 feb 2014, at 12:56, Rehema Uganda <rehemass@googlemail.com> wrote:

Why Nelson Mandela never forgave ex-wife, Winnie

Nelson Mandela passed away Thursday night. John Carlin in his new book 'Knowing Mandela,' reveals why he never forgave the former wife who has visited his bedside.

TWO weeks before Nelson Mandela's release from prison in February 1990 I went to see his wife, Winnie, at her home in Diepkloof Extension, the posh neighbourhood of Soweto where the handful of black people who had contrived to make a little money resided. It was known as Baverly Hills to Soweto's other presidents.

Winnie's home, funded by foreign benefactors, was a two-floor, three-bedroom house with a garden and a small swimming pool. The height of extravagance by black standards, it would have more or less met the aspirations of the average white, middle-class South African.

Zindzi, Winnie's slim and attractive second daughter, was 29 but looked younger in a yellow T-shirt and denim dungarees. It was 9.30 a.m. and she was in the kitchen frying eggs. She invited me in and started chatting as if we were old friends. The truth was that I had not scheduled an interview with Winnie. I had just dropped in to try my luck. But Zindzi saw nothing wrong in me giving it a shot.

Mum, she said, was still upstairs and would probably be a while. As I hovered about waiting (and, as it turned out, waiting, and waiting friends of Zindzi wandered in for coffee and a chat. Completing the South African middle-class picture, a small, wizened maid in blue overalls padded inscrutably around.

Finally, Winnie made her entrance, Taller than I had expected, very much the grande dame, she displayed neither surprise nor irritation at my presence in her home. When I said I would like to interview her, she responded with a sigh, a knowing smile and a glance at her watch. I said all I would need was half an hour. She thought a moment, shrugged her shoulders and said: "OK. But you will have to give me a little time." She still had to put the finishing touches to her morning toilette.

The picture presented to me by mother, daughter, friends and cleaning lady was of a domesticity so stable and relaxed that, had I not been better informed, I would never have imagined the depths of trauma that lucked beneath.

Winnie had been continually persecuted by agents of the apartheid state during the 1970s and 1980s; she had borne the anguish of hearing her two small daughters screaming as the police broke into her home and carted her off to jail; she had spent more than a year in solitary confinement. Trusting that her confused and stricken children would be cared for by friends; she had been banished and placed under house arrest far away. But she was back, her circumstances altered dramatically for the better now that Mandela's release was imminent.

One hour after her first entrance, she majestically reappeared, Cleopatra still needed her morning coffee, and motioned me to wait in her study while she withdrew into the kitchen. I had five minutes to take in the surroundings.

On a bookshelf there was a row of framed family portraits, a Christmas card and a birthday card. Only a month had passed since Christmas, but nearly four since Winnie had turned 53. I could not resist taking a closer look.

I opened the Christmas card, which was enormous, and immediately recognised Nelson Mandela's large, spidery handwriting. "Darling, I love you. Madiba," It said. Madiba was the tribal name by which he liked to be known to those close to him. On the birthday card he had written the same words.

If I had not known better I might have imagined the cards had been sent by an infatuated teenager. Once we began our interview. Winnie took on just such a role, playing the tremulous bride-to-be, convincing me she was in a state of nervous excitement at the prospect of rekindling her life's great love.

Close up she had, like her husband, the charisma of the vastly self-confident, and there was a coquettish, eye-fluttering sensuality about her. It was not hard to imagine how the young woman who met Mandela one rainy evening in 1957 had struck him, as he would later confess, like a thunderbolt.

The Mandela the world saw wore a mask that disguised his private feelings, presenting himself as a fearless hero, immune to ordinary human weakness. His effectiveness as a leader hung, he believed, on keeping that public mask from cracking. Winnie offered the greatest test to his resolve. During the following years the mask cracked only twice. She was the cause both times.

The first was in May 1991. She had just been convicted at Johannesburg's Rand Supreme Court of assault and accessory to kidnapping a 14-year-old black boy called Stomple Moeketsi, whom her driver had subsequently murdered. Winnie had been led to believe, falsely as it turned out, that the boy had been working as a spy for the apartheid state.

Winnie and Mandela walked together down the steps of the grand court building. Once again the actress, she swaggered to the street, right fist raised in triumph. It was not clear what she could possibly have been celebrating, except perhaps the perplexing straight off to jail and would remain free pending an appeal.

Mandela had a different grasp of the situation. His face was grey, his eyes were downcast.

The second and last time was nearly a year later. The setting was an evening press conference hastily summoned at the drab headquarters of the ANC. He shuffled into the room, sat down at a table and read from a piece of paper, beginning by paying tribute to his wife.

"During the two decades I spent on Robben Island she was an indispensable pillar of support and comfort… My love for her remains undiminished." There was a general intake of breath. Then he continued: "We have mutually agreed that a separation would be the best for each of us… I part from my wife with no recriminations. I embrace her with all the love and affection I have nursed for her inside and outside prison from the moment I first met her."

He rose to his feet. "Ladies and gentlemen. I hope you 'll appreciate the pain I have gone through and I now end this interview."

He exited the room, head-bowed, amid total silence.

Mandela's love for Winnie had been, like many great loves, a kind of madness, all the more so in his case as it was founded more on a fantasy that he had kept alive for 27 years in prison than on the brief time they had actually spent together. The demands of his political life before he was imprisoned were such that they had next to no experience of married life, as Winnie herself would confess to me that morning.

"I have never lived with Mandela," she said. "I have never known what it was to have a close family where you sat around the table with husband and children. I have no such dear memories. When I gave birth to my children he was never there, even though he was not in jail at the time."

It seemed that Winnie, who was 22 to his 38 when they met, had cast a spell on him. Or maybe he cast a spell on himself, needing to reconstruct those fleeting memories of her into a fantasy of tranquility where he sought refuge from the loneliness of prison life.

His letters to her from Robben Island revealed romantic, sensual side to his nature that no one but Winnie then knew. He recalled "the electric current" that "flushed" through his blood as he looked at her photograph and imagined their caresses.

The truth was that Winnie had had several lovers during Mandela's long absence. In the months before his release, she had been having an affair with Dali Mpofu, a lawyer 30 years her junior and a member of her defence team. She carried on with the affair after Mandela left prison. ANC members close to Mandela knew that was going on, as they did about her frequent bouts of drunkenness. I tried asking them why they did not talk to Mandela about her waywardness, but I was always met by frosty stares. Winnie became a taboo subject within the ANC during the two years after Mandela left prison. Confronting him with the truth was a step too far for the freedom fighters of the ANC.

His impeccably courteous public persona acted as a coat of armour protecting the sorrowing man within. But there came a point when Mandela could deceive himself, or the public, no longer. Details of the affair with Mpofu were made luridly public in a newspaper report two weeks before the separation announcement.

The article was a devastating, irrefutable expose of Winnie's affair. It was based on a letter she had written to Mpofu that revealed he had recently had a child with a woman whom she referred to as "a white hag." Winnie accused Mpofu of "running around f***** at the slightest emotional excuse … Before I am through with you, you are going to learn a bit of honesty and sincerity and know what betrayal of one's love means to a woman … Remember always how much you have hurt and humiliated me … I keep telling you the situation is deteriorating at home, you are not bothered because you are satisfying yourself every night with a woman. I won't be your bloody fool, Dali."

In private, Mandela had already endured quite enough conjugal torture. I learnt of one especially hurtful episode from a friend of Mandela some years later. Not long after the end of her trial, Winnie was due to fly to America on ANC-related business. She wanted to take Mpofu with her, and Mandela said she should not, Winnie agreed not to, but went with him anyway. Mandela phoned her at her hotel room in New York, and Mpofu answered the phone.

On the face of it, Mandela was a man more sinned against than sinning, but he did not see it that way. It was his belief that the original sin was to have put his political cause before his family.

Despite everything, Mandela believed when he left prison that he would find a way to reconcile political and family life. Some years after his separation from Winnie, I interviewed his close friend Amina Cashalia, who had known him since before he met Winnie." His one great wish," she told me, "was that he would come out of prison, and have a family life again with his wife and the children. Because he's a great family man and I think he really wanted that more than anything else and he couldn't have it."

His fallout with Winnie only deepened the catastrophe, contaminating his relationships with other family members, among them his daughter Zindzi. She was a far more complicated character than I had imagined when I chatted with her cheerfully in her mother's kitchen over fried eggs. At that very moment, in late January 1990, her current lover, the father of her third child, was in a prison cell. Five days later he hanged himself.

Zindzi was very much her mother's daughter, inheriting her capacity to dissemble as well as her strength of personality. The unhappiness and sheer chaos that she would endure in her own private life, a mirror of her mother's, found expression in a succession of tense episodes with her father after he was set free.

One of them took place before friends and family on the day of her marriage to the father of her fourth child, six months after her parents' separation. It was a glittering occasion at Johannesburg's swankiest hotel, with Zindzi radiant in a magnificent pearl and sequin bridal dress. It seemed to be a joyous celebration; in truth, it provided further evidence of the Mandela family's dysfunctions.

One of the guests seated near the top table was Helen Suzman, the white liberal politician and good friend of Mandela. She told me that he went through the ceremonial motions with all the propriety one would have expected. He joined in the cutting of the wedding cake and played his part when the time came to give his speech, declaring, "She's not mine now," as fathers are supposed to do. He did not, however, mention Winnie in the speech. When he sat down, he looked silent and cheerless.

Maybe he had had time to reflect in the intervening six months on the depth of Winnie's betrayal. For more details had emerged of her love affairs and of the crimes of the gang of young men "Winnie's boys," as they were known in Soweto – who played the role of both bodyguards and courtly retinue. They had killed at least three young black men, beaten up Winnie's perceived enemies and raped ;young girls.

Whether Mandela chose to realise it at the time, he was the reason that Winnie never ended up going to jail. Some years later, the minister of justice and the chief of national intelligence admitted to me that they had conveyed a message to the relevant members of the judiciary to show Winnie leniency.

Mandela's mental and emotional wellbeing were essential to the success of the negotiations between the government and the ANC; for him to bow out of the process could have had catastrophic consequences for the country as a whole. Jailing Winnie would be too grave a risk.

Bizarrely, one of the guests at Zindzi's wedding, prominently positioned near the top table, was the "white hag" Winnie had derided in her letter to Mpofu, and she was sitting next to a man I know to be another former lover of Winnie's.

It also would have been difficult for Mandela to miss the menacing glances Winnie cast towards the "hag" although I hope he missed the moment when Winnie brushed past her and hissed at her former lover: "Go on! Take her ! Take her!"

When the band struck up and the newly married couple got up to dance, Mandela, who had been standing up, turned his back on Winnie and returned stiffly to the top table. Grim-faced for the rest of the night, he treated Winnie as if she did not exist. At one point, Suzman passed him a note. "Smile, Nelson," it said.

In October 1994, five months after Mandela had become president, I spoke to a friend of his, one of the few people in whom he confided the details of his marital difficulties. The friend leant over to me and said: "It's amazing. He has forgiven all his political enemies, but he cannot forgive her."

During their divorce proceedings a year and a half later, he made his feelings towards Winnie public at the Rand Supreme Court, where he had accompanied and supported Winnie during her trial in 1991.

As his lawyer would tell me later, he was arbitrarily generous about sharing his estate, giving Winnie what was more than fair. But he made his feelings bluntly known in the divorce hearing. Standing a few feet away from her, he addressed the judge, saying: "Can I put it simply, my lord? If the entire universe tried to persuade me to reconcile with the defendant. I would not … I am determined to get rid of this marriage."

He did not shirk from describing before the court the disappointment and misery of married life after he returned from prison. Winnie, he explained, did not share his bed once in the two years after their reunion. "I was the loneliest man," he said.

The Victorian poet Arthur Hugh Clough wrote about the "terrible notions of duty" that boost the public figure but can stunt the private man. It is impossible to avoid concluding that Mandela was far less at ease in private than in public life. In the harsh world of South African politics he had his bearing; in the family sphere he often seemed baffled and lost.

Happily for his country, one did not drain energy from the other. Thanks to a kind of self-imposed apartheid of the mind, personal anguish and the political drive inhabited separate compartments and ran along parallel lines.

As out of control as she could be in her personal affairs, she possessed a lucid political intelligence and a mature understanding of where her husband's priorities lay, even if she was deluded in attributing some of his qualities to herself.

"When you lead the kind of life we lead, if you are involved in a revolutionary situation, you cease to think in terms of self," she said. "The question of personal feelings and reactions dues not even arise, because you are in a position where you think solely in terms of the nation, the people who have come first all your life."

•Courtesy: Sunday Times

Extracted from Knowing Mandela by John Carlin

On Wed, Feb 5, 2014 at 4:26 PM, Ocen Nekyon <ocennekyon@gmail.com> wrote:

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Johannesburg. Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, who was married to Nelson Mandela for 38 years, has been left out of the late anti-apartheid icon's will.

South Africa's popular online newspaper, the Daily Maverick, said Winnie, who was divorced from Mandela in 1996, did not get anything from the will of South Africa's first democratically elected president.

"Although Winnie was regularly around Mandela in the later years of his life, and had a prominent place at family events, he did not leave her anything," it said.

"This is likely to infuriate Winnie, who resents not being acknowledged for her role in supporting Mandela and keeping his legacy alive during his imprisonment…and yet, in his final act from the grave, Mandela let Winnie go."

In his will, Mandela named his widow, Graça Machel, and his two daughters, Makaziwe and Zenani, as the familiy's representatives in making important decisions on the family's needs.

Winnie, Mandela's second wife, suggested in a recent statement that Makaziwe should run family affairs in concert with her own two daughters, Zenani and Zindzi, earning the wrath of the AbaThembu royal house to which Mandela belonged.

Questions that linger in the minds of many analysts following the release of the will are: Why did Mandela, who earned worldwide respect as a man who harboured no resentment, not fogive Winnie? Why did he exclude her from his will? What will be Winnie's reaction?

"If Madiba was able to forgive the apartheid lords who jailed him for 27 years, why didn't he do the same to his second wife?" one analyst wondered.

On Monday, South Africa's Deputy Chief Justice Dikgang Moseneke read out to the media excerpts from Mandela's will, which spelt out the devolution of his estate to his family, staff and education institutions.

Mandela executed the will on October 12, 2004, a few months after announcing his retirement from public life at the age of 85. Three months earlier, he had flown to Bangkok to speak at the 15th International Aids Conference. He was therefore able to declare in the document that he was "in health of body and of sound and disposing mind, memory and understanding, and capable of doing any act that requires thought, judgment and reflection".

Anyone wanting to contest the will has to challenge that particular declaration and argue that Mandela was not of sound mind when he drew up the will. But an appraisal of the executive summary released by the executors reveals that Mandela thought hard about what he wanted to leave to whom from his estimated 46 million rand (Sh9.2 billion) estate.

According to the Daily Maverick, there are also insights into his line of thought in terms of how the estate is disbursed. Mandela's love and respect for Graca Machel, who kept vigil by his bedside as his health deteriorated, is evident in the will.

Machel, who is entitled to half of the estate as their marriage was in community of property, is given the option to waive this claim. If she does, the two children she had with former Mozambican President Samora Machel, Josina and Malengane Machel, would each receive 3 million rand (Sh600 million). Mandela also left 100,000 rand (Sh20 million) to each of the six children from Samora Machel's previous marriage.

Graca Machel will also receive ownership of four properties in Mozambique, as well as art, motor vehicles she uses, the jewellery in her possession and all the money in accounts registered in her name. What this means is that Machel will receive all that she is rightly entitled to if she does not get into a scrap over the estate. Machel, who is currently in mourning at the Houghton home where Mandela died on December 5, last year, is said to be trying by all means to avoid confrontation with the Mandela children.

Mandela vested the estate and his three trusts to some of the country's top legal minds and trusted friends, who now stand as the guardians.

The will revealed that Mandela's daughters Makaziwe, Zenani and Zindzi had already received $300,000 (Sh480 million) each from their father while he was alive, and he therefore left them no money from the estate.

He had also given the same amount to his eldest son Makgatho, who died in 2005, as well as to his granddaughters Ndileka and Nandi.

Most of Mandela's other grandchildren each received 100,000 rand (Sh20 million). However, Makgatho's four sons, Mandla, Ndaba, Mbuso and Andile, received $300,000 (Sh480 million) each.

Strangely, though, Mandla and Ndaba's inheritance was left to the Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela (NRM) Family Trust to decide whether the two grandsons should receive the capital and interest. No conditions are attached to Mbuso and Andile's inheritance.

The executive summary states that Mandela wished that his executors should consult with Machel and three of his children Makgatho (deceased), Makaziwe and Zenani on important decisions and family matters. This consultation should, however, not fetter with the functions and powers of the executors. Strangely, Mandela excluded his only other child, Zindzi, from the consultation. A further odd provision is that the 100,000 rand (Sh20 million) each bequeathed to Zindzi's four children should be paid to Graca Machel to give to them at her discretion.

In all three versions relating to the Houghton home, Mandela says it was his wish that it serves as a place of gathering of his family – the final version says "Mandela and Machel family" – "in order to maintain its unity long after death".

Mandela left funds to people and institutions that were close to his heart. His close personal staff, including personal assistant Zelda la Grange, each received 50,000 rand (Sh10 million). It was Mandela's final act of gratitude to those who took care of him through the years and went mostly unacknowledged during his celebrated life and death.

The schools he attended in the Eastern Cape, Fort Hare and Wits universities, as well as Qunu Secondary School and Orlando West High School, all will receive 100,000 (Sh20 million each) to be used for scholarships and bursaries. Building schools was Mandela's pet project since he was president, famously roping in the country's top corporates to build rural schools. By leaving money to educational institutions, he was signalling what those wanting to uphold his legacy should invest in.

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