Back in the house

Hey, hey people. It really has been a very long time. It turns out that dark nights of the soul don’t just happen once in a lifetime – I used to think that they did. You know, that moment when you realise that your parents are just people like you (apparently this devastates modern children), your first […]

Hillbrow and Yeoville

On the mid 90’s I was doing voluntary work with sex workers in Hillbrow and we spent a lot of time visiting people in a hijacked building named the Mimosa Hotel. A drug cartel simply handed the owner a suitcase of cash and showed him the door.  A few weeks later the maintenance man found […]