“There’s a protest going on in Adderley Street, guys.” Annie was leaning over the balcony, trying for a better view. “Go, Annie. Take a photographer with you, and take Deborah.” Ginger gestured towards the entrance. Deborah seized her jacket and Annie raced her to the lift. In minutes, they were
Your passing was to come the grief not diminished a huge gaping hole opened up on the Southern tip where you were the soundtrack to our stirrings your music nudged us awake crept into our dreams reminding us to change the way we were our country was we dared not
I look for the place I used to know but it isn’t there ’cause even places live in a bubble in my mind and nothing stays the same as
I’ve always wanted to visit Belarus. During the last Olympics, I watched in awe as this little country punched way above it’s weight. I looked up it on google maps and wondered if I’d ever get there. Well I did. At least to a tiny part of it anyway. To
