When the gunmen materialized out of a soaking downpour on a Friday evening in August, weapons crackling, the taxi owner tried to run. “Unfortunately,” he said, “I was late.” The taxi owner is 54, a beefy man with a shaved head, propped in a chair beside his bed at Groote Schuur Hospital in Cape Town. The seven bullet wounds in his legs are shrouded in a blanket. He may yet lose a foot, but he has other worries. “Do not put my name on any paper,” he said. “If I see my name, I will hold you responsible for my death.” Full Story