It was about 8pm on a cool spring evening when the white police van shuddered to a halt alongside Nosipho.
She was at her usual post in the tree-lined street in Morningside, Durban. Nosipho was wearing a short, blue dress and leaning on the fence of one of the suburb’s Victorian-style homes.
She recognised the police officer. At least once a week he would drive past her corner and make smug remarks.
On this night, however, the cop, in his late twenties, was more brazen.
“Why are you here?” he yelled from the driver’s seat.
Vidima didn’t answer. She looked the other way.
Nosipho, 28 at the time, was an opinionated woman. She knew her legal rights better than most of her colleagues because she was a part-time law student.
Infuriated, the officer exploded.
“Get in!” he bellowed…
“I was too scared to fight him, so I got into the van,” she recalls.
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