My conversations with Canon Mcebisi Xundu would normally take place at my father’s house in a corner called Skinnerhoek, and we would discuss issues emanating from social, political and religious schools of thought.
We would from time to time invite experts in matters that we were not clear about, especially health and security.
Out of these sessions, a lot of constructive work emerged. One day we were analysing the song of the late Brenda Fassie called Black President, and he danced to the tune. He was also a good tap dancer who would take you to the times of Sammy Davis and such groups.
A few days after we enjoyed Fassie’s song, he put on the table a manuscript of the book he wrote entitled, What a Day!. He likened Nelson Mandela to Jesus Christ and preached that Africans adopt April 27 as their own day of worship like the Christians do during the Good Friday period.
This did not go down well with some Christians, but he could not be discouraged because he believed the struggle of Mandela was like the hardships that Jesus went through at the crucifixion.
Thereafter he came with another book praising Oliver Tambo as the black messiah. He recalled with nostalgia their first meeting in Lesotho.
That Tambo braved the risk of being also shot in a plane that ferried him from Zambia touched him. He gave himself to the service of Tambo, having an advantage of being a minister of religion with a passport.
He was going to write about Oom Govan Mbeki when sickness took over. He loved him as his mentor though he had issues with his son, former president Thabo Mbeki.
Xundu could not talk to him, but something strange happened on the death of Thabo’s mother, MaMbeki. Xundu attended the funeral and was warmly welcomed by Thabo and other AmaZizi clan members.
He phoned me still in disbelief that Thabo was such a warm guy, likening him to an chicken egg that looks so hard and yet is soft inside.
Xundu left in peace with no enemies from politics.
-T O Mbetshu, Port Elizabeth