Lunga Maqwelane, my colleague and my ‘son at work’, was gunned down on Tuesday morning just after leaving his baby’s creche.
He hadn’t done anything wrong. On the contrary, he was a sweet and gentle young man, deeply religious, loving, hardworking, caring…get the picture?
One of his brothers, on the other hand, is a gang leader. Lunga was killed by a rival gang as retribution for the murders committed by his brother.
We don’t know all the details, but we have heard that this beautiful boy was shot 8 or 9 times. He died where he fell.
Later that night they shot his father too – fortunately he survived.
The brother’s response to what occurred was to track down one one of the killers and murder him.
At the time of the shooting, Lunga, together with his wife and his mother had begun praying and fasting, asking God to help the brother to change his ways.
As things stand, things could get very, very ugly. This could easily be the spark that starts an all – out gang war.
We loved this kid.
Personally I haven’t even begun to deal with this tragedy. As more horrific details pour through the grapevine I find myself withdrawing to a quieter place, a place of solitude, a place where I can still hear Lunga singing in that beautiful baritone…
I will miss you my young son. You were one of the nicest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing.
(At the time of his death Lunga had been married for less than a year and had become a father to a gorgeous daughter just 3 weeks previously.)