Hometown Glory

These streets...

The moment I arrive in the space of the shallow, shady streets of my hometown I begin to feel the sweet innocent reality and the truth of self. The sense of loneliness, of tranquility, of love within the place brings out the best in me. Within the time I spend here, I somehow find myself, I gather it’s true what they say: there’s no place like home.

The place where I can walk around with no make-up, wearing anything- even my torn tracksuit pants, bear foot, where the “absence” of hairstyles don’t matter. The only place I get to speak my own wonderful xhosa language. Honestly: there’s no place like home.

Who needs an alarm clock when we have our neighbors’ chickens?  It’s a sweet annoyance though. The minute you go outside, we have a beautiful view of nature; the cows, the goats, sheep being herd to the mountains. haha

It can only be the sphere of Lady Frere.