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

About ten years ago I was doing voluntary work with young sex workers in Hillbrow and we had to spend a lot of time visiting people in a hijacked building named the Mimosa Hotel. A drug cartel had basically handed the owner a suitcase of cash and shown him the door.  When the maintenance man […]