THE FATE OF THE HOUSE

I

Today, the house on the hill wrestles for air. Pile upon piles of tree branches, bark and dry leaves clutter the driveway. At night it is dark, a ghost house. It wasn’t always like that.

II

Squeezed between coloured Sydenham and Sparks Estate to the east, Sherwood to the south, Westville to the west and the more illustrious Indians in Reservoir Hills to the north, Clare Estate had everything it needed to be forgotten. Indian sugar-cane