North to Sandton, South to Soweto

I watched as crusty old defence veterans helped former MK (Umkhonto we Sizwe, Spear of the Nation)sympathizers with the finer points of dismantling an AK-47. We shot the AK-47s, AK-Ms, R5 assault rifles, Skorpion automatic pistols, light machine guns, and a variety of handguns. There was a sense of power about the whole exercise, but also a jubilant, if unspoken, celebration at the blatant crossing of boundaries that were once inviolable. At the end of the day, almost all of the cardboard targets had been reduced to a few shreds.

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Seeds of Love

You can look to the left and see a world that looks a lot like Los Angeles, and then glance to the right and glimpse the grit of the transient communities just next door. Contrasts: the sparkling beauty of the coast and the dry, cool highlands of Gauteng. The wealth of the elite and the extreme poverty of the underclass. Luxurious malls and sewage-filled swimming holes. Johannesburg’s northern suburb of Sandton and the nearby township of Alexandra. Somewhere in between the squatter camps and the largely white, gated communities, I found the neighborhood where I’ve chosen to settle in. It’s called Yeoville.

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