The Facebook Rapist

  Michael - alternate Thursdays

Thabo Bester To hear him tell it to the judge in mitigation, Thabo Bester
had an awful childhood. His mother deserted him when he was very young and left him with his grandmother who was a domestic servant. He was abused from the time when he was sent for ritual
circumcision. And so on. No doubt much of this is true. Something turned him into the monster he became. However, the point is that Bester’s profession is confidence
trickster. He was in a gang when he was young and found he had a talent for it.
Tales of needing bus fare to get home escalated to million dollar fraud, rape,
and murder. The judge didn’t buy it. She observed that he had expressed no
remorse for the damage to his victims; he was sorry only for himself. When all is said and done, if a rapist is picky, then
Facebook would seem to be a good way to look for victims. Bester is picky. He likes models, and he developed a very successful way of linking up with
them. He made contact via Facebook supposedly as a talent scout from overseas
looking for potential modelling talent for the international market. He had a
clever twist. On Facebook, he pretended to be a woman. That made it much easier
to set up private meetings—meetings that then went violently wrong. The amazing
thing is that he repeated the scenario several times before he was caught. Did the
women not report him? There couldn’t have been any doubt in anyone’s mind that
it was rape. He did it at knife-point and stole anything valuable that the women had
with them. Or were the police totally incompetent?

The privately run prison where Bester was held But all things come to an end, and Facebook, is not, after
all, a very private way of communicating. Thabo Bester was arrested in 2010 and
tried in 2011 for two rapes and in 2012 for murder. He didn’t contest any of the charges, and was sentenced to essentially life in prison. Normally, that would
be the end of a short and nasty story. But for Bester, his career was just
beginning. He established and ran a fraudulent events company from the maximum
security prison where he was incarcerated. He even addressed meetings by
internet, telling them that he was in the US attracting big name talent to
South Africa. He never brought any of the big nmaes in. What he did bring in was
“investment” cheques. Thabo Bester and Dr Magudumana

Another good thing happened to Bester in prison. He renewed
his links with Dr Nandipha Magudumana (“Dr Nandi”), whom he’d met while she was
studying at university and who worked part-time for a modelling and promotions agency
he was running at the time. Since she was the one who renewed the links with
Bester after his trial, presumably their relationship was not merely a professional one.

Then, in April 2022, Bester claimed that he was being
targeted by a prison gang and that his life was in danger. The warders put him
into a solitary confinement cell supposedly for his own safety, but later they
discovered a corpse burnt beyond recognition covered by a mattress. There was a
smell of petrol fumes. The prison authorities reported the death as suicide. A
sad end to what remains a short and nasty story? Nope.

Every unnatural death in South Africa requires an autopsy.
The autopsy determined that the person was dead before the fire had broken out, in fact he had died from a blow to his skull.
Dr Nandi claimed to be his “customary” (common law) wife and demanded the body for a customary burial, ignoring the counterclaim from Bester's mother. She collected the body
from the mortuary, but at this point, in view of the autopsy report, the police
were investigating a murder case and confiscated the body. In response, Dr Nandi
approached the High Court, recovered the body, and arranged a hasty cremation rather than the customary ceremony she had so strongly demanded. 

Later, it was discovered that the day before the death, a
vehicle was driven into the prison without a gate pass.

The next month, a fraudulent construction company made its appearance. It was
based in the up-market Johannesburg suburb where Dr Nandi lived.

At the beginning of July, the police obtained the results of a
comparison between the DNA of the body and that of Bester’s mother. The result
proved that there was no possibility that the burnt body was Thabo Bester. It was finally clear
that Bester had escaped and a body had been substituted for him. Still, no hue or
cry was raised. Was it too embarrassing? Then in October (i.e. six months after the
escape) another prisoner testified that Bester had indeed escaped with the help of a guard.

It still took until last month before it was admitted to the
public that Bester had escaped from his cell, and for Interpol to be informed.

Then, last week, a man and a woman fitting the descriptions
of Bester and Dr Nandi were arrested in Tanzania, apparently headed for the Kenyan border and evidently they were stopped pretty well by chance at a regular roadblock.. The pair were in possession of a number of
passports, which were all unused. Since they were in Tanzania illegally, they
will probably be deported to South Africa in any case, but otherwise South Africa will
apply for their extradition.  Meanwhile, Dr Nandi’s father and a prison guard have been
charged with smuggling a body into the prison.

The accomplices? The end of a not-so-short but even nastier story? Somehow I
doubt it.

I was left wondering if this story would have worked as a
novel. At first sight it has everything. Handsome, evil, protagonist who can
tell any story and be believed. Beautiful twisted “celebrity” doctor who falls
for the protagonist in such a big way that she’ll do anything to get him for herself.
Fraud, scams, murder, rape, dead bodies, prison break! But, no, it wouldn’t work as fiction.
Fiction has to be believable.