I remember “Cry Freedom” the Attenborough masterpiece which drew the world’s attention to South Africa.
I remember the sporting controversies, especially the cricket ones, where politics meddled.
I remember the big, broad, too-wide-for-one-man smile as he walked through the gates. Tears of happiness.
I remember the joy of his becoming president, and punching the air very hard.
I remember where I was when he died. Tears. Again.