Long wait for justice over apartheid crimes

Lukhanyo Calata's earliest memory of his father is his funeral. He remembers the cold, and his mother wracked with grief. It was the winter of 1985, in the small South African town of Cradock in the Eastern Cape. He recalls feeling as

‘I had to die in order to live’ – Sara-Jayne King

Everyone has an identity, a story, a way to connect with the people who make her family, but for Sara-Jayne King, she grew to realise she was still alive, only because she had died a few years back. Confusing, huh! Young Sara-Jayne King