The water is bright. I half close my eyes not wanting to look away but still mesmerised by the glittering surface. The sun is low and its rays still warm my face intensely. Rocking back and forth I think about the genius who invented swing seats; they must have been a child at heart. I…
Tag: Eastern Cape
So, where are you from?
“So where are you from?” The question I always found so difficult to answer. The shortest answer I have rolls like a mini travel epilogue. Born in the heat of the Northern Cape, a childhood in the dust of Botswana, insolent puberty in a slushy Toronto, adolescent improvement in Zimbabwe’s perfect…