In the soft dawn light of a southern summer, in a drab conference centre on the outskirts of Johannesburg, an ebullient, dapper, and so very urbane politician broke into a deep smile — before taking to the dance floor for a euphoric jig. Cyril Ramaphosa had, as it happens, just turned 41. But he and his beaming Afrikaner opposite number from South Africa's then white government were saluting a rather more momentous milestone: they had just secured a deal to end centuries of white minority rule.
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