CHAPTER 8 – Father’s Death

One night, I went to visit my parents. My Dad and one of his old boxing friends were sitting outside, having some wine. I sat down with them and we talked about boxing. ‘The coach makes the boxer,’ my Dad said. I disagreed, and we had a bit of an argument about it. Around nine that evening, I said my goodbyes and got

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CHAPTER 7 – Uniform Branch

I started my police career at the Cambridge Police Station, behind the counter in the charge office. The charge office is the heart of the police. All cases and complaints get registered there, before we booked it out to the detectives and investigation officers for investigation. We held the suspects brought in during the day or night in the police holding cells, which

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CHAPTER 6 – Sworn In As A Police Recruit

Soon after my sixteenth birthday, the recruiting officers of the Police came knocking at the door. I was sworn in as a police recruit and two days thereafter I travelled by train to Pretoria Police College, where I would start my police training. From the very first day I was placed with the boxing platoon. I received the extra perks as a police

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CHAPTER 5 – My First Few Jobs Preceding My Working Career

The year 1980 announced the beginning of my ‘working career’. Not yet sixteen, my Dad said that I couldn’t sit around at home and wait for my sixteenth birthday. I was told to find a part-time job. One of my friends had two older brothers. One worked for the South African Railways and the other, so I was told, held down a well-paying

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Chapter 4 – Recruiting Officers Come Knocking

During the same year as my boxing achievement, 1979, arriving home from school one afternoon, I spotted a police vehicle parked in front of our house. My first gut thought was–my boy, your luck eventually ran out. Just the weekend before, one afternoon walking back from the cliffs, my friends and I set alight some dry grass patches. We would strike matches, throwing

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In 1979, I attended a well-known Afrikaans High school in East London. I was fifteen, fit and chosen to represent the Border division (which is the region East London fell under) in the South African Boxing Championships that were held in Cape Town. My club was proud of me. I was a junior and fighting in the under sixteen extra heavyweight category. Being

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I spent my youth in East London, growing up in the Railway community. By now we were five kids, three girls and two boys. Not a wealthy family. We lived comfortably, though, in a three-bedroom railway house, and nothing came your way if you didn’t really need it. My dad was strict, but fair. I was boxing out of Turnbull Park, the Railway

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Chapter 1 – Winter 1970

WINTER JUNE 1970 I am 6 years old, and a few months into my school career and lived with my parents in a town in the Northern Cape called Vryburg. My dad worked on the railway and my mom was a housewife, raising four kids, of which I am the eldest. One early winter’s morning I, as usual, cycled to school. My hands

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From the Wrong Side of the Tracks

Everyone has a story to tell. The journeys of my life could be in a way your journey, just different in setting and time. The difference between you and me could be the way we were raised or taught, but we are not talking about you. We are talking about my life and how it played out through good times and bad.

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