When I started working as a young reporter in the former Natal, it didn’t take me long to understand the advice my older colleagues had shared: in a small town, the bar at the local golf club is an endless source of myths, dramas and stories – with, on the odd occasion, a smattering of wisdom thrown in. So I proceeded to join a golf club, where I was welcomed into the fold straight away.
After finishing work late one evening, I arrived at the club and took up my position at the corner of the bar counter with a beer in front of me. Andries and Koedoe immediately beckoned me closer. Their
