|By Matein Khalid| “Stop the murder, stop the lies, out, out, you nest of spies!” So chanted the crowd outside South Africa House on Trafalgar Square in the autumnal mists of London circa 1988. The anti-apartheid struggle was the moral compass of my generation, from the Soweto riots to Steve Biko’s murder to the horrific “necklacings in the townships and killing fields of the Limpopo to Madiba’s release and the birth of a multiracial, democratic South Africa in 1994. If there was ever an anthem for humanity, it would have to be the haunting and exquisite Nikoksi sikellei Africa. Gold bless Africa. Nkosi sike lela. God bless us all – the ultimate, existential plea.