WHEN Johannes Mosehla walked into the packed hall at the Boeketlo Lodge in Jane Furse, Limpopo, a few heads turned his way, a cloud of disbelief hung in the air, and whispers and murmurs abounded.
“Is that really him?” someone asked.
“He looks younger than his age,” said another.
“I want to take a picture with him,” a colleague whispered.
Mosehla, clad in a somewhat oversized jacket over a golf shirt, took his seat among the rank and file,
