South African countryside: it was hard work, but it was THEIRS

The fall of Apartheid was a godsend.

South African joy

Granddad woke us up early every morning, as early as a sparrow’s fart, and he always had a big smile … More

Zululand dusk, the colors overwhelmed, the upcoming dance noisy and exceptional. That was once my home.

I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we … More

The children wore their Sunday best to the market, for it was a special day. They would be meeting their … More

No matter how hard the day or heavy the burden, she wore that coat with pride.

The sun scorched the earth, sending fumes of dry sand past our faces, but we walked on, we walked on. … More