Mmuso Pelesa

Mmuso Pelesa

It was while we were journalism wannabes a few years ago that I shocked all and sundry by announcing: "Mchana, when I die you are the only person who will write my obituary."

This is the overwhelming confidence I had in Pule Sekano's writing ability. The young man was blessed with the rare gift of weaving words together like tapestry.

Today our heads are buried in our hands. Sekano is no more. We have been robbed of a young life. He was 33 when he died last week.

His sudden death, after a heart attack, has stunned the journalism fraternity. We have been cut deep by the pain of losing him.

Sekano's death awakens feelings we never thought existed in the fragile sinews of our beings. We have lost a young man of immeasurable value. A South African who unburdened us of our daily challenges to rejoice in his brilliance whenever he wrote an article.

We were blessed to have Sekano among us. He was an essential ingredient of our daily lives. His sudden passing makes us ask a lot of questions. He endured so much and had conquered the titanic waves of the sea of life.

In Sekano we have lost a friend, colleague, brother and comrade.

But he made his mark during his short life. We will always remember him and we will ensure that the memories of our friendship do not disappear.

We will forever miss our intellectual exchanges and the continuous sharing of the written word. Shared love for reading poetry, novels and political literature were some of the important strings that tied us together.

Today, we mourn the loss of an important travel mate in the long journey of life and endless pursuit of knowledge.

When the news of his death came, it was hard to believe. But the confirmation of his death reminded us of Sekano's favourite piece of literature, A Human Being Died that Night by Phumla Gobodo-Madikizela.

Sekano was a commerce graduate from Vista University. Commerce's loss became journalism's gain in 2000 when he enrolled for a postgraduate degree at the University of Stellenbosch's school of journalism.

He joined City Press in 2001 and left in 2003 to join the Department of Home Affairs as an assistant director in communications. At the time of his passing, he was a journalist at Bona magazine.

Sekano is survived by his parents, four sisters and one brother. He will be buried tomorrow in his home town of Khutsong township in Carletonville.