Something saddens me about seeing Nature’s beauty in industrialised spaces.

Sunsets obscured by electricity wires and poles.

Sunrises veiled by factory smoke.

The ocean’s power halted by brick walls.

Humanity destroying the thing it needs more than technology.

…She says, typing from her tablet.


Xhosa Society

Last night, I was invited to watch a play put on by the Xhosa Society at Queenstown Girls High School.  They re-imagined George Orwell’s Animal Farm as a story taking place in South African mines.  I knew I would love it because that particular Orwell novella is one of my favourites.

And what an exciting, entertaining show it was.  There was plenty of dancing and singing of traditional Xhosa and struggle songs, which was done with the most energy I’ve seen from a cast in a while.  This is no exaggeration – there was a point where I almost jumped out of my seat and danced along.

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