The week started with coverage of the Netherlands vs. Slovakia Round of 16 game being played at Moses Mabhida stadium on Monday. The Dutch fans were out in full force, with about a thousand of them partying down by the beach front, decked out in orange. Many of them were dressed as pilots or air stewards – a play on the legend of the Flying Dutchman. They certainly know how to have a good time, and at 2pm they headed toward the stadium, cheering and singing.
On Tuesday morning we heard that the case of the police constable arrested for hiring a hit man to assassinate a police colonel investigating him for corruption had taken another twist. The accused had died in custody in a police complex adjacent to the Cato Manor station. The police allege that the accused, Dube attempted to wrest a pistol off an officer who was escorting him to the bathroom, so the officers present were forced to shoot Dube. We headed over to the complex to shoot footage of the bathroom, bullet-ridden toilet cubicle and all. The police there were cheery and very friendly to us, but I got the sense they weren’t people you mess with. Indeed, something like 260 people were killed by the police in KwaZulu-Natal alone last year. Troy and Terrence were not very keen to hang around for long after we shoot the piece to camera, apparently it annoys the cops.
Wednesday was what is referred to as a “Death and Despair” story. A man’s body was discovered beside a road in Umlazi, just south of Durban, with a bizarre accompaniment of items – a dead chicken, a knife, two candles, a bucket and a pair of jeans. This all pointed to a ritualistic type of killing – to gain what is known as mhuti. Often this is done in accordance with certain traditional beliefs that see human body parts as being very powerful in spells or magic. It was an unsettling experience being there; I had never seen a dead body before, particularly one that had been mutilated as this man had. Easily the worst part was when the man’s family members arrived however – obviously highly distraught. I felt extremely uncomfortable – we were severely intruding into this awful situation. I know if I was in the place of this family, I wouldn’t want dozens of people standing around watching (quite a crowd had gathered by this point), particularly people with cameras capturing the whole thing. Terrance and Troy had seen this sort of situation many times before – it goes along with being a journalist I suppose.
Thursday and Friday were both a little quieter and less intense. Thursday saw us down at uShaka Marine World, reporting on the absence of the Sardine Run that usually comes up the coast during winter. Friday we headed to the court on Pinetown to report on a murder trial.
Friday night and Saturday were great fun – the others came down from Ladysmith and Eshowe for the weekend. We headed out on the town to Florida road, got dinner at a burger joint, then headed to some of the bars along the street. On Saturday we got up late, went to one of the best places for a bunny chow in Durban – the Britannia, before hitting the beach and the FIFA Fan Fest. We watched the Germany destroy Argentina lying on the sand, then walked back to the backpackers. That night we hit up the SunCoast complex, definitely a night to remember – or not, thanks to a cocktail known as a ‘Flaming Lamborghini.’
One more week at eTV, then on to St. Lucia and Kruger!
