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Dear Quett

Good morning, Sir. My name is Kgosi. You wouldn’t remember me but we have met. In fact, we have a picture together. I hold the picture very close to my heart because you are the President under whom I grew up.

When you became President, I was only five. And boy, you were such a parent. We loved you.

Your administration educated me, Sir. I became a man, because I was in your very good hands. You had your mistakes, and some, you have acknowledged. I remember that you once manhandled a journalist.

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Mob justice isn't just

A young man suspected of breaking into a car was seized by residents, severely assaulted, and died in the hospital within an hour. We unreservedly condemn this mob justice. It is not a solution to crime, but a criminal offence that turns citizens into murderers.Residents are understandably angry about theft. The person who raised the alarm at 4am acted lawfully, and the neighbours who rushed to help showed community spirit. But what followed was...

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