Correctional Services said that “matters are under control” at Johannesburg’s Sun City Prison on Wed.
EVERYONE born of a woman, to steal a phrase from the Big Book, has fond lessons to tell about mothers' attempt to make women and men of standing out of their girls and boys.
Mother's Day, albeit for commercial motives, is a celebration of this infinite maternal attempt to make life a song worth singing.
For fathers, too, commerce has devised another day to ensure the tills never stop ringing for their turn of pampering.
Having lost a father too early to know what it means to have one soon exposed me to woman leadership.
The ability of a mother to survive the premature death of a husband, to shelter a loving son from a state of being a fatherless child, is unforgettable.
Mother's Day is a tribute to this never-say-die quality of mothers. Mothers never cease to amaze with their soldiering power to put their personal grief behind them in favour of healing the wounded hearts of their young.
Forget not the reality of some fathers who have exerted themselves just as much in sheltering their children from the pangs of being motherless.
Mothers of this kind are as numerous as the stars.
The lessons they taught were not written in unreachable skies but in the simple day-to-day interactions in which children were brought up.
The thuggery so common today was no cause for celebration.
Owning a smart car was no licence to create a spectacle by invadinga public road to impose a dangerous situation that threatens property, life, limb and the wellbeing of other road users.
Removing oppressors from power and replacing them with politicians that cannot see beyond the radius of their stomachs was not the kind of a liberating future that good mothers had urged their children to fight for.
Showing respect to old folks was one of the key lessons from mothers.
Giving up a seat to the elderly in a bus or train was the normal thing to do. Blowing a chewing gum into the faces of other people was a show of poor manners.
Putting your hand over your mouth when yawning or coughing was encouraged as gentlemanly or ladylike. Spitting on the ground was a disagreeable act.
With such motherly upbringing it is still a wonder and a surprise why the players' tendency to spit on the field during soccer matches has not been ruled off-side by referees and Fifa president Sepp Blatter.
I am no narcissist but TB is still a disease that soccer should be equally ready to fight against.
My love of this beautiful game, and the land for which I have spent the brave fighting years of my youth, will not see me engage in extravagant gestures of kissing the ground.
There were lessons galore to prevent society being at the mercy of dunderheads.
Never bask in the glory of others but cast your own shade to claim your space under the sun.
Never be a "yes-man" because people who act with bad motive might install the objectionable as a norm.
Never threaten your spine bending backwards to accommodate intolerable nonsense.
If people stood by the lessons good mothers taught, our world would not be as dangerous as we have come to accept.
The wrongs that bedevil societies are a mark of a people who behave as if they were never born, nurtured and cared for by the loving hands of mothers.