My Uncle Mike is a pillar of his community. I call him the mayor of Boksburg, a quiet mining town east of Johannesburg. Boksburg lies on the flight path to the busy OR Tambo International Airport. The roar of jet engines – that’s what I think of when I think of Reiger Park. But more about Uncle Mike. His family often jokes that when he ultimately kicks the bucket, they will keep the funeral hush hush (because there isn’t a hall big enough to accommodate all those mourners!). He had a close shave recently. An accidental reunion, if you will.
During the struggle, he rubbed shoulders with who would become a political big wig. In the union trenches, a comrade and friend, Gwede Mantashe. They both hail from what was then known as the turbulent east rand townships. And they both still call it home today. As fate would have it, these old friends would meet up again post democracy. Well, they more or less bumped into each other.
At Baobulb.org we aim to tell the quintessential South African stories. Stories that typically won’t make it in to the news headlines. True gems. Uncle Mike suffered much as a result of that collision. It turned out to be more than just a bumper bashing for him. But the battle with the insurance giants that ensued took much more of a toll. I set up this portal as a means to tell stories like these. Take a listen.