Twenty-six years ago I was walking to work as a reporter at the Natal Mercury Newspaper in Durban, South Africa when I saw and heard the explosion four blocks ahead of me.
As a fearless (foolhardy) young hack, I started running towards it. Most people were running away from it, but I went towards it, because that is where the story was.
These were the dark days of apartheid and the then liberation movements were embarking on a strategic campaign of disruption that included explosions in key points in the major cities.
I was twenty-one-years-old and for me, the story was everything (probably still is). When I arrived there was chaos. A Central News Agency (CNA) store (similar to Whitcoulls) had been blown up, but thankfully no one was killed or seriously injured.
It may have been a good journalistic experience but it was a traumatic human one. The cause being fought for was just, but some questioned the methods they employed.