“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
― Augustine of Hippo


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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“…to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Recently, I was fortunate enough to visit the Langa and Gugulethu townships in Cape Town. During my rather brief stints there, I had flashbacks of an often-forgotten chapter of my life during which I lived in the Queenstown township of Ezibeleni before relocating. Watching my extended family and the locals, I was reminded of the playfulness and innocence of youth. But more than that, I was reminded of – and began longing for – the sense of community missing from the suburbs in which I now reside. It is this camaraderie that I tried to capture (and failed, but I tried regardless):


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