Like most South Africans I was shattered when the news broke about the assassination of Chris Hani on Easter Saturday, April 10, 1993. It was a sad day for the country. There were jitters amongst many people, whites mostly, that civil war would or could ensue, especially since the assassin was believed to be a member of the extreme Afrikaner right wing organisation, the AWB.
On Monday morning, April 12, on my way to work, I bought a camera, a little Olympus, fully automatic; with a zoom lens. I planned to walk around during my lunch hour and take pictures of anything or anybody I found interesting.
