Just imagine Jacob Zuma had held an open house at Nkandla two years ago, when questions were first asked, says Jovial Rantao.

Durban – Just close your eyes for a second and imagine the following. The sky above Nkandla is a dazzle of blue, with a few smatterings of cloud. It’s a perfect summer day and villagers in this neighbourhood go about their daily chores.

As the rooster’s call echoes through the valley, a woman walks past with a stack of neatly packed firewood on her head. Boys laugh as they enjoy a kick-about after breakfast. It’s a good day in Nkandla.

Just after 9am, several cars, travelling on the newly built tarred road, make their way to the household of President Jacob Zuma. It’s the media contingent about to visit the presidential private homestead. As the vans from television networks with satellite dishes atop whizz past, villagers of Nkandla don’t even bat an eye. They are used to their little nondescript place of abode being in the news.

It all started on that fateful day when one of their own became president of South Africa.
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