Sitting here scraping away the last vestiges of bright pink and orange from around my nails, I realise that I’ve neglected this space for a bit. I think it’s okay, though, because land and sheets of paper (however metaphorical or metaphysical) need to be left to lie fallow every once in a while. The cane […]
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Dambuza (my step-son) is learning the days of the week in isiZulu. So, in the heat of a late Friday evening, unable to sleep, we’re sitting on the floor of his room. And I have my left hand up, the palm towards me. “So, siyaqala ngesandla sobunxele. We start with the left hand. Specifically, we […]
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