Category: Eastern Cape
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Return of the rain
The rain has returned. Outside my window it falls and falls. Gentle, soaking rain. The new green grass (so recently returned) soaks it in. Plants seem to regenerate right there in front of me. Rain means so many different things to different people. It has taken these few months since my return to love rain…
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Leaving the Border
How many times have I travelled this road? How many times in the last few months? As I set off again in a bus across the Eastern Cape, I feel that familiar sense of insecurity. I wonder sometimes if all wanderers, all those who travels without fixed abode, experience this strange sensation. It isn’t necessarily…