When I received an SMS telling me that Carlton Stephen Nkutha had died I was shattered.
I asked my myself who's next, because in the last two weeks I have received similar messages about the passing of people close to me.
I met Nkutha in 2000 when I was appointed media and liaison officer for the Gauteng department of housing.
I think anarchists identify each other from afar because we became instant friends.
My job was to be where the MEC was, keep tabs on the goings on, check the papers daily for reports about the department and write the MEC's speeches. Nkutha was the director monitoring and evaluating the police.
We found every opportunity to be out of the office and this got me into trouble with the head of the department, communications director and the MEC. We would either be out shopping, at a shebeen or visiting his comrades.
Nkutha was a dedicated civil servant. He was intelligent, passionate and had the interests of his colleagues and the department at heart. After writing a press release or the MEC's speech I would take it to him for editing, which he did with ease because he was a fine writer.
I salute him for helping me and making my stay and working for my principal a fulfilling job that I will cherish forever. We played hard and partied hard.
I enjoyed his stories about his life in exile. He had us in stitches when he told tales about his comrades.
Nkutha dedicated his life to a management role in the public service to enhance service delivery in pursuit for a better life for all.
He might have died, but his spirit lives on. He will be remembered by his friends, colleagues and comrades as a mentor, caring people's person, a moody man - but most of all as a person who dedicated his soul to those he loved.
He instilled love for our country in most of us and believed in helping others achieve their full potential.
Nkutha, who died a week ago after a short illness, will be buried tomorrow at the Alexander Cemetery. The funeral service starts at 8am at Eastbank Hall.