“My son was shot”: The unseen warriors fighting South Africa’s battle against corruption
THE auditorium at the Bridgette Mabandla Justice College in Pretoria fell silent as Nomsa Masuku's voice cracked. Her hands trembled slightly as she recounted the moment that changed everything - the day her son was shot, the day a bullet meant for her instead shattered his spine and left him fighting to walk again. This is the price of integrity in South Africa. This is what it costs to stand between corruption and justice. But here's what makes this story even more chilling, more grotesque, more symptomatic of the rot eating away at the nation's foundation: the people who shot…
