In the High Court of South Africa, on the rooftops of the Highveld, Judge Thokozile Matilda Masipa will reach her decision, in what, in her own words, she describes as a ‘tortuous overwrought epic’ – the murder of 29-year-old Reeva Steenkamp: wife, model, law graduate, and daughter – on Valentine’s Day, 2013. Nothing has been left to chance: extra police have been drafted in to ensure everyone ‘s best behaviour, and X-ray machines are in full operation, as the restless world waits with bated breath like vultures waiting their turn at the dining table as they circle above a lion kill.
The accused sits and surveys the hostile scene, as the judge reads out the accusation, once again: Reeva Steenkamp, shot 3 times to the body, from close distance, as she attempted to hide behind the bathroom door. His defence, ‘he thought she was a burglar, that had come to do some harm!’
As the metaphorical drum roll beats, the judge’s verdict looms closer and closer. Thud, thud, thud is the sonorous emission from the sweaty browed ‘Blade Runner, Oscar Pistorius’. As the clock counts down: ten, nine, eight, seven… three, two one, the sweaty, odorous smell of the accused starts its crescendo, as the judicious one casts her vote: 5 years imprisonment with the option of parole is her verdict.
The cultural icon, and media darling is reduced to tears, as he sits and contemplates his newly found fate. The man whose one time heroics and bravery placed him high up on a pedestal, for all-the-world to see, and whose structural foundations were never in doubt has, in his own mind, been dealt a crushing defeat. The world’s fastest ever Paralympian, now sits on the fallen ruins, as he contemplates his position: that of the man who no longer has the world at his feet; but is quite literally and figuratively, a broken man.