Bringing the disposed back to where their homes once stood before the Apartheid era forced removals.

He said we had time before the poles came down. Three and a half pardons later and I understood the poles to be the booms at the level crossing 50 meters down line from his makeshift home. Standing ground level and inches away from a thundering train is ominous. The weight and suffocating smell of steel reverberated through my body; it seems effortless to step in front of a speeding train and a brave way to end one’s life. That […]

Twenty-eight years ago and there’s one thing now that pains my eye that I would change if I could.