About My Life in Bhlawa

I have lived in Bhlawa all my life, from the day or night I was born in Madala Street. For 33 years I lived in my parents' house. For the 21 years since then, I have lived in a flat made of red bricks in Ntshekisa Street, a few metres away from the three-roomed house in Madala which I called my home.

I’ve visited different places in the world — towns, rural homesteads, big cities, but never for too long, and very rarely. But rather, like a ship that is hauled with long ropes over a treacherous sea to a deserted bay, I have been moored to this singular harbour of a township that is inhabited by drowning men.