Is Credo Mutwa's Prophecy Coming to Pass? What This Week in South Africa Made Me Ask

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It was around eleven at night on Thursday when a cousin sent the video to the family WhatsApp group. No caption. Just a grainy clip of an old man in traditional attire, sitting in what looked like a courtyard, speaking in that slow, deliberate way that made Vusamazulu Credo Mutwa impossible to ignore when he was alive. The caption someone had typed over it said: 1993. He predicted everything. The comments underneath were a mixture of amens, fire emojis, and one aunt asking whether it was safe to drive to Durban this weekend. By Friday morning the same clip was everywhere. Facebook. TikTok. Twitter, or X, or whatever we are calling it this year. And the question underneath all of it, the question my cousin was really asking, the question the whole country seemed to be whispering this week, was simple: is Credo Mutwa's prophecy coming to pass? One of the protest marches this week, as shared across social media. The people carrying sticks here are the protesters themselves. ...
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