A pilgrimage to Robben Island, Cape Town

Robben Island's Maximum Security Prison, Cape Town

They say that nobody comes back from a journey the way they began it. Nowhere has this proved, at least for me, more prophetic than Cape Town, a diverse and impossibly beautiful city that is dominated by a legendary mountain and the spectre of Nelson Mandela.

It was here, on Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela served 18 of his 27 years in prison. It was here he walked out of jail a free man. And it was here he made his first speech as South Africa’s president.

The spectre first appears on my flight to Cape Town, during a conversation with my seatmate, a lovely Capetownian gentleman named Michael. While extolling the virtues of his beloved hometown, his thoughts turn to the man he declares a gift from another world. In Michael’s eyes, Nelson Mandela was a super hero who not only negotiated the end of apartheid in South Africa and fought to bring peace to a racially divided country, but who inspired an entire world to see beyond hate. The kind of hero, we both agree, that the world could do with right now.

My new friend insists I must make the pilgrimage to Robben Island, now a museum and UNESCO World Heritage Site, and I am happy to inform him that I already have my ticket. The reason? Because his hero helped a little in changing my life too. As Nelson Mandela’s words of forgiveness, reconciliation and peace echoed across the world after his release in 1990, they made their way to a then chronically shy, anxious, angry and (for reasons I choose not to go into) somewhat broken 20-year old girl from the ‘burbs of Sydney.

Though I was sheltered from the politics of South Africa and the oppression of apartheid, this humble, eloquent and inspirational figure who advocated democracy and human rights, also demonstrated how to live a life of dignity and hope over despair and hatred. And in doing so inspired me to give myself permission to forgive, move on, and live the life I was entitled to but seemed so out of reach.

Difficulties break some men but make others” Mandela wrote in a letter from prison to his then wife Winnie, and it was this message that resonated when I heard him speak. If he could remain strong after all that he had suffered, I wasn’t going to let my comparatively small difficulties break me. So I decided to step up and mend my broken parts with a little super glue and a whole lot of self-belief. And though I did a bit of a bodge job, it’s mostly stuck.

Which is the main reason, two and a bit decades later, I find myself on the very same boat journey that Mandela took to Robben Island. The trip is a rocky one, and as I step off the boat to be greeted by a wall emblazoned with the words “Freedom Cannot Be Manacled,” I’m a little nauseous. Of course, I’m not going to complain about my queasy tummy given I’m here voluntarily and the only ties binding me are the straps of my camera, unlike my shackled predecessors.

Freedom cannot be manacled - Robben Island, Cape Town

Though Mandela may have been Robben Island’s most famous inmate, thousands of political prisoners were held on this island from the 1960s up until 1991, most without trial. As I join a coach full of visitors to tour the island, I am surprised to learn that three of these former inmates have gone on to become President of South Africa: Nelson Mandela, Kgalema Motlanthe and current President Jacob Zuma … a man, sadly for South Africa, unencumbered with his predecessors saintly reputations.

Our guide takes us to the lime quarry where prisoners were forced to work under the scorching sun for many hours each day, the threat of being shot incentive to toil.

The Lime Quarry at Robben Island

The limestone dust caused lung damage and the white rock was so blindingly bright that many inmates, including Mandela, suffered permanent eye damage. A small cave was the prisoner’s only shade and doubled as a latrine. This became their only unsupervised meeting place, as the guards refused to venture inside on account of the smell. It was here political discussions were held and where, it is said, much of South Africa’s current constitution was drafted.

The coach passes the site of a former leper colony and cemetery before stopping at the Sobukwe Complex – a separate area on the island where Robert Sobukwe, teacher, lecturer, lawyer, political activist and founder of the Pan African Congress was detained. One of South Africa’s greatest heroes, Sobukwe was held here in 24-hour solitary confinement for six years. Strictly prohibited from contact with other prisoners, the apartheid government considered him such a threat they enacted the “Sobukwe Clause”, a statute specifically intended to authorise the arbitrary extension of his imprisonment.

In the same complex we are shown two long kennels, constructed to house aggressive guard dogs. The individual pens, by coincidence or design, are bigger than those of the prisoners they were used to intimidate.

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As we circle the ruggedly beautiful island, the only break from the grim reminders of the island’s past are the sighting of some gorgeous turtles crossing the road and the stunning views from the beach back to Cape Town and Table Mountain.

Table Mountain, viewed from Robben Island

But this lightness is short-lived as our final stop is the tangle of concrete and barbed wire that is Robben Island’s maximum-security prison.

Robben Island Maximum Security Prison

Here we are met by a guide, a gently spoken gentleman who spent many years of his life incarnated here as punishment for his activism.

We start in the communal cellblocks where prisoners ceased to exist as humans and became numbers. Here they slept on mats and were locked from 4pm every day until morning and another day of hard labour arrived.

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Our host’s eyes are haunted as he shares the story of the prison and explains that, though he dreads returning to the island and reliving the hell of his incarceration every single day, he shares his experience to stop it from ever happening again.

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He moves us to Cellblock B, where leaders were isolated in tiny individual cells, and where Nelson Mandela wrote portions of his book, The Long Road to Freedom, which were discovered hidden under the soil in the tiny garden of the concrete prison yard.

Here we queue for our chance to see the two-metre cell – sparsely fitted with a sleeping mat and a blanket, two metal plates and a spoon – where Nelson Mandela spent 18-years of his life.

Nelson Mandela's Cell at Robben Island

But interestingly there is no spectre here. Indeed, those seeking an encounter with a presidential apparition may leave a little disappointed, because Mandela moved on and left this place firmly in the past long before he left this earth.

Instead I prefer to think that the spirit of Nelson Mandela can be found in every person who advocates for forgiveness, peace, democracy, equality and human rights. And in every person who is prepared to fight for their best life. It lives on in the people of South Africa. It lives on in my new friend Michael. It even lives on in that once broken girl from Australia.

Though self-doubt and fear are still occasional visitors in my otherwise fortunate life, when they do strike I still find myself reaching for Mandela’s words, “There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living”.

And it might just be working for me because immediately after disembarking the island, I find myself facing one of my greatest fears on the city’s helipad. And while I would normally say no, I head boldly up into the sky in the tiny flying death-trap without even soiling myself once, despite my unmitigated terror.  Because my visit to Robben Island reminded to never let my fears hold me back from living.

When I share my airborne adventure with Raffles over the phone late that night he proudly tells me, “Mama, you’re the bravest person I know, because you never don’t try something, even when you’re really scared. And you know that you can’t really be brave unless you are afraid in the first place”.

And I tell my wise boy, and one-man cheer squad, that he can thank Nelson Mandela for that.

 

 

14 Comments on A pilgrimage to Robben Island, Cape Town

  1. Ana
    September 5, 2016 at 5:00 pm (8 months ago)

    What a beautiful and heartfelt piece of writing about a place that’s anything but

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    • BOYEATSWORLD
      September 7, 2016 at 7:36 am (8 months ago)

      Thanks. It is actually a quite pretty island and while its history is dark, it stands now as not a place of sorrow but one of hope and the strength of the human spirit

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  2. Hugzillablog
    September 6, 2016 at 12:21 pm (8 months ago)

    I can’t even imagine the sort of emotional and spiritual strength one would need to survive that kind of incarceration and not let it break you. I mean, how do even remain inspired, let alone go on to inspire millions of others. That was one special man.

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    • BOYEATSWORLD
      September 7, 2016 at 7:39 am (8 months ago)

      I think Michael is right. He was a super hero x

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  3. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella
    September 6, 2016 at 12:30 pm (8 months ago)

    My goodness what an extraordinary place to visit. Thank you for sharing it Aleney so that it should never ever happen again. I cannot believe the conditions in which the prisoners had to live. Speechless 🙁

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  4. Melinda
    September 6, 2016 at 12:59 pm (8 months ago)

    I love this! I’ve been to Cape Town many times but have never made it out to Robben Island, I think in many ways I know I’ll get too emotional about it. Obviously I need to listen to Raffles words and just do it. Beautifully written!

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    • BOYEATSWORLD
      September 7, 2016 at 7:43 am (8 months ago)

      Raffles is a wise boy. You should go. It’ s not a fun experience but it’s one anyone who was touched by Mandela should make.

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  5. Michelle
    September 6, 2016 at 1:39 pm (8 months ago)

    The Long Walk to Freedom is a book which had a profound impact on me when I read it too. Such an incredible man. Great blog post

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    • BOYEATSWORLD
      September 7, 2016 at 7:45 am (8 months ago)

      Thank you. It was a book that had a profound impact n so many people. It’s been so long but my visit has convinced me to re-read.

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  6. Amy @ HandbagMafia
    September 6, 2016 at 5:36 pm (8 months ago)

    He was a truly amazing man. I’d love to visit someday!

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    • BOYEATSWORLD
      September 7, 2016 at 7:46 am (8 months ago)

      He truly was. The world could do with a few hundred more of him right about now.

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  7. Joy Adan @joyadanwrites
    September 8, 2016 at 2:02 pm (8 months ago)

    Such a beautifully written post about what I’m sure was an amazing experience! Nelson Mandela has always been so iconic, and I’ve looked up to him for years. His resilience while in confinement reminds me a lot of Maximillian Kolbe (who was a prisoner in Auschwitz)… both showed such amazing strength, and kept their faith in humanity even when everything around them would have told them to give up completely. We need more super heroes like that today.

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  8. Jo @ You had us at hello
    September 12, 2016 at 11:49 pm (7 months ago)

    This gave me shivers, of the good kind. What a memorable trip, a very moving one too. Something to add to my travel list most definitely 🙂 #teamIBOT

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  9. Dianne
    October 15, 2016 at 8:36 pm (6 months ago)

    I came across your blog and then this post from The Ultimate Rabbit Hole. A beautiful piece of writing. As a South African, I agree with Michael, that Tata Mandela was a superhero, in fact more than a superhero. Sadly, it seems that reconciliation died with him and we are in a state of Cry The Beloved Country, but nothing close to the sufferings of apartheid. He is and was our proudly South African Icon and it is heartwarming to read comments in this post from people who have never been to South Africa, yet think so highly and warmly of our President (former)

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