I am the mother of a murdered daughter. How long do I have to wait? Four months later, on 31 January , the High Court rules that Shrien Dewani, who remains in hospital, can be extradited to South Africa. His legal team continues to argue that he should not be sent there until he is fit to plead. A week on, the Judicial Office confirms an application has been made to the Supreme Court to rule on the extradition of Mr Dewani.
A possible return to South Africa will once again be delayed because of this latest court application. The Supreme Court application is blocked with the High Court refusing to allow a further appeal, triggering a day period during which Mr Dewani must be extradited. His lawyer, Mark Summers, tells the panel of judges that fresh evidence that suggests that "his underlying medical condition may be chronic - incapable of being treated".
He is not on holiday. He is here to stand trial and we want to see that happen within a reasonable period of time," says a spokesman for the country's department of justice. He tells Western Cape Crown Court how his "whole world came crashing down" following his wife's murder. He also revealed to the court that he is bisexual. On the second day of the trial, Mziwamadoda Qwabe, who was sentenced to 25 years in prison for the murder, says he was asked to make it look like a hijacking.
The court was told on 21 October that Anni Dewani had wanted a divorce from her new husband. On 17 November, lawyers for Mr Dewani said they were to apply for the case to be dismissed. Just over two weeks later, the trial was thrown out by Judge Jeanette Traverso who said the prosecution's evidence fell "far below the threshold", including testimony from the key witness which was "riddled with contradictions".
Anni's family said they had been failed by the justice system and would be consulting their lawyers on possibly filing a lawsuit against Mr Dewani in the UK.
The murder. Image source, PA. Newly-wed couple Shrien and Anni Dewani, from Bristol, are kidnapped at gunpoint on 13 November And now Tongo is being allowed out halfway in his sentence.
Jump directly to the content. Sign in. All Football. Tongo drove past it without stopping. Before Tongo took leave of the Dewanis at the hotel, Shrien made plans for the driver to pick them up the following night for dinner. The couple spent most of the next day by the hotel pool. By the time Tongo arrived, at p.
Shrien and Anni climbed into the backseat of the minivan, and Tongo steered back onto the N2 the way they had come the day before. If the newlyweds were interested in lighter fare, Tongo offered, he knew of a more downscale restaurant that had good Asian food.
He pulled off the highway around p. The Surfside Restaurant was located in the resort town of Strand, a minute drive southeast of Cape Town, a faded riviera of high-rise hotels and condominiums with back alleys full of casinos and strip clubs tucked away just off the beach.
But the large windows offered a sweeping view of the sea, and after dining on curry and sushi, the newlyweds strolled along the beach. The plan, Shrien would later tell a reporter, had been to retire to the Waterfront district for a drink. At an intersection beside an apostolic church and a primary school, Tongo halted at a stop sign.
Suddenly, Shrien looked up and saw a man hammering on the windshield with a pistol, hard enough that Shrien thought that the glass would break. The next thing he knew, a man had shoved Tongo into the passenger seat and taken the wheel. Another man with a gun piled into the backseat with Shrien and Anni.
The Volkswagen peeled away from the intersection, bouncing along the rough asphalt. At a gas station, as Shrien recalled it, the two men pulled to the curb and forced Tongo out of the minivan.
They sped down the highway for seven minutes, turning off at Khayelitsha. The hijackers drove around for 10 more minutes before the driver stopped the car. Get out, get out! The couple begged the hijackers not to separate them. At about 11 p. He had just talked to Shrien. Vinod tried to stay calm. A few minutes later the phone rang again. This time it was Shrien, calling from the Cape Grace.
Vinod began to panic. The next morning, Vinod caught the first flight from Gothenburg. He ran through the terminal, found a public telephone, and called home. Nilam picked up. Vinod heard sobbing in the background. He sank to the floor. I first met Vinod Hindocha on a gray and freezing afternoon in December at the Stadt Hotel, which his brother Ashok owns, in downtown Mariestad. He is 64 years old, with thinning black hair, an angular face, and large ears.
He led me to his Mercedes, and we drove through the quiet streets of the town. Sleet battered the windshield—a foretaste of winter, when temperatures in Mariestad drop to 20 below. When Vinod fled Uganda with his parents and three siblings in , he told me, the family left behind everything they owned, arriving in Europe with just 55 British pounds to their name. Their first stop was a refugee camp in Austria, where they lived for months in a tent, until Sweden offered to take them in.
Vinod found work near Mariestad as an electrical maintenance engineer in a chemical factory. He met Nilam, also a refugee from Uganda, on a visit to London, and they married four years later.
Soon it was thriving, with a dozen employees and contracts to manufacture electronic components for oil-exploration projects in the North Sea, Venezuela, and Russia. He bought a three-story house with a garden, a Jacuzzi and sauna in the basement, and a separate wing for tenants. Mariestad, with its 15,odd inhabitants, 18th-century cathedral, and quaint harbor, was the very image of stability. It was a place where Vinod could shield his children from the deprivations and dislocations that he had known.
Above the single bed was a large portrait of Anni in her wedding dress, a wedding gift from a friend. Underneath the portrait was an oil painting of a single rose. It had been given to Vinod by a stranger, a man who sold art from a stall at the Cape Town airport. Keep it in her room. Nilam was puttering around the kitchen, making herself scarce.
Vinod had told me earlier that she was recovering from stomach cancer and remained too shaken by the murder to speak about it. But the way she went is not acceptable, it is not right. Nobody should go through what we are going through. A flight attendant gently escorted Vinod onto the plane and brought him a glass of water.
He passed the hour flight to South Africa in a daze, crying and leaning on Prakash for support. An aunt in Nairobi vouched for the Dewanis; they were a good family, she said. Like the Hindochas, the Dewanis were Lohanas, members of the Indian merchant caste. When Shrien first visited the Hindochas, in November , Vinod and Nilam were struck by how handsome he was, and they were moved when he knelt down and touched their feet in a gesture of humility and respect.
Three years earlier, when Shrien was 26, he had proposed to Rani Kansagra, the daughter of the multimillionaire founder of the Indian budget airline SpiceJet.
The couple announced their engagement with an extravagant party in London. Months later, however, Shrien abruptly called things off. Vinod chose not to bring up the touchy subject. I just want to know, do you love my Anni? I am happy with that. All I want is for you two to be happy. Shrien told him that, indeed, he loved Anni very much. When the two men returned to the house, Anni asked her father how it had gone.
Diplomats from the Swedish and British Embassies, along with the police, met Vinod and Prakash at the airport and brought them to the Cape Grace. It was after midnight before Vinod saw Shrien. He hugged his son-in-law tightly, but Shrien seemed distant. The two men said little to each other. We have to pump liquid into her body to get her freshened up. By now, Shrien and his father were mostly keeping to themselves.
Shrien was busy all the time on his laptop, making funeral arrangements and communicating with his friends in Bristol and London. On Tuesday morning, Vinod at last made plans to go to the morgue and asked Shrien to join him. Vinod assumed that Shrien wanted to grieve alone in the hotel. Later, he told me, he learned that Shrien had in fact gone to get a haircut and buy a new suit. At the time, however, Vinod was unable to think of much beyond his own heartache.
He went to the morgue that morning without Shrien, escorted by the police, to identity his daughter. And back in Cape Town, police officers knocked on a door in Khayelitsha, in search of their first suspect.
The most elite police force in South Africa is the Directorate for Priority Crime Investigation, also known as the Hawks, a special squad created in by the African National Congress—led government. The Hawks were responsible for investigating corruption, organized crime, and other high-profile cases.
A murder in the Cape Flats, which sees more than 1, of them each year, would not ordinarily have been in their brief. South Africa. Shrien Dewani finds love with man four years after honeymoon murder trial. Shrien Dewani, right, with new boyfriend Gledison Lopez Martins. Shrien and Anni Dewani on their wedding day.
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