I didn’t pass many remarks on the death of Nelson Mandela late last year, mainly because I wouldn’t have said anything that wasn’t being said, probably better, already. But this comes as no surprise whatsoever:
Less than a month after Nelson Mandela’s death, his children and grandchildren are entangled in an escalating power struggle over the family’s leadership – a dispute that could determine who controls the Mandela legacy and estate.
The bitter feud has expanded to include Mr. Mandela’s ex-wife, Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, who is trying to anoint his eldest daughter as head of the family, despite strong resistance from tribal elders and the royal clan to which Mr. Mandela belonged.
The tensions have already triggered battles for control of Mr. Mandela’s rural villa in the Eastern Cape and the suburban house in Johannesburg where he died, according to local media.
If I were to be unkind, which I will, I’d say that this is merely business as usual. In breaking this monotony, I think Nelson Mandela was unique in what he did not do, rather than what he did.
(And to avoid any argument, I’m referring to the Nelson Mandela that came out of jail, not the younger version.)