It is finished. The podcast that has been haunting my dreams for the past two years. The experience of producing this podcast was at once cathartic. I have faced death many times in the line of duty. Not my own. Mortality.
Like the time I had been conducting an interview right next to the burnt corpse of a shack-dweller. It was a spot of red, perhaps his liver, which had caught my eye. It still haunts me. It all came back to me when I was assigned to cover the Northcliff murders.
The police spokesperson flipped open his phone to show me images of the bodies that had been discovered in Centurion. Burnt bodies. It all came flooding back. I think this was why I wasn’t able to move past that crime scene.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the family, who opened their lives up for me. I hope that they gain something from the experience of talking about it. From the outset, my goal was to humanise the victims, deepen the tragedy in the minds of an embattled public.
The lives of Gregory, Melanie and Rakiel touched me. More now, than their deaths did then. Rest in Eternal Peace.