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We appreciate that people are afraid to lose him, we know he’s never just belonged to us, but it’s painful to see my father’s death treated as a scoop to be chased.” All her life, Zindzi has had to share her father with South Africa. “For a long time after his release there was a lot of bitterness,” she said. I imagined him coming home and having a normal family life.

When he came out of prison we only had a few moments with him as a family, before the reception committee joined us.

My mother said, ‘I never want to see you cry, especially in front of the enemy.’ If we felt sorry for ourselves, she’d say, ‘Someone will be wondering what’s happened to Nelson’s children.

But there are so many children in your situation no one will ask about.’ A lot of strength came from being encouraged to look beyond our personal circumstances and see a bigger picture.” While Mandela was later to preach reconciliation, he wasn’t always against violence, and in the early stages of his career he helped found the military wing of the ANC, which was accused of more than 200 acts of sabotage.

Mandela had been unwell for months, but that morning Zindzi was optimistic. There are periods when we’ve been very anxious, but we take things one day at a time.

My niece spoke for us all when she said, ‘We have come to terms with his death intellectually, but not emotionally.’” With her father’s dazzling smile, Zindzi was serene, but also gently reproachful about speculation surrounding her father’s health.

She chatted about how she’d be off later to Burberry to find a shrug to help stay warm on the red carpet, how she’d be spending her birthday and Christmas at home in Johannesburg, with her two sons visiting from America, and, of course, how “whenever I have a moment” she’d be visiting her 95-year-old father at home nearby.

She joined the M&G after completing her master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Cape Town.

He cheered me up by telling me to imagine being at home, on his lap in front of the fireplace, and he promised, ‘One day I’ll do this.’ It was a great example of his charm, how his word could convince you, how his aura could transport you out of a situation.” Zindzi’s earliest memory is connected to her father. I was waiting in the car with my sister at night outside Pretoria prison and there were hostile, uniformed men around.

My mother had brought my father his favourite dish, a sort of lasagne made with soured milk and she was gone the longest time.” The image of her father young Zindzi knew best was in the newspapers with his eyes blacked out, as a terrorist.

They were trying to break my father, my mum, her children by ensuring we had nothing left, that we were emotionally bankrupt.” Despite the traumas, Zindzi remained calm in public.

“From a very early age I learnt to internalise, to project a very confident persona and be strong.

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