"I had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a bath towel and my hair dripping, when the sound on my cell phone filled me with dread," writes Johannesburg-based journalist Susan Njanji.
"The ringtone signalled that messages were pouring into a WhatsApp group that was usually very quiet. One glance at the screen confirmed it -- 'this death is going to happen exactly the way I had been hoping to avoid,' I thought before frantically starting a long flurry of calls."
