FROM the very start Winnie Mandela knew this partnership would be weird. Their courtship,when Nelson would arrive in gym attire and drive her to the hall just to watch him sweat. His sudden so-confident proposal, after a picnic on a white farm, or when he said he knew a qualified seamstress to make her wedding dress. (He was married already,but he would see to that.) His constant dashing off to political meetings, so that life with him was clearly going to be life without him. The secret meetings, or he in heavy disguise,in the years of his treason trial. Dazzled by his glamour and also crazy approximately him, she felt in genuine danger of losing her identity and fizzling into an appendage. She vowed that was never going to happen to her.
Then from 1964, or only six years into their marriage,he disappeared into prison for almost three decades, mostly on Robben Island. She could visit him once every six months, and but not touch. There were letters,yet no simple memories of sitting round a table together, eating a meal...
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Source: economist.com