I met Wandile Bozwana in 2013. Our introduction had been arranged by a mutual friend; he swaggered into a restaurant in Sandton and immediately launched into a monologue about how wealthy he was. He told me he owned a private jet (which was balls) and a Ferrari (which was true). As he spoke about the construction and transport businesses he owned in North West province, he moved uncomfortably in his chair and his eyes darted around the room. He was a rural businessman in the city — the place of the sophisticated finance, academic or media elites — and the agitation, I later thought, was paranoia, or an expression of awareness of the inferiority complexes within the emerging class of black professionals. Bozwana was particularly concerned about his image in the media. "My enemies," he declared without mentioning names, "occupy the most powerful structures in the North West, right up to the premier’s office and will stop at nothing to smear my character, including paying journalists t...

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