POETIC LICENCE RABBIE SERUMULA
Dec 05, 2020
2 minutes
IT WAS a hot January morning in Pretoria. Sunny, but the bus was heavy with darkness.
A passenger in the bus treading a tightrope between love and war, sat a seat away from Phindile Mahlangu. She was on her way to work in KwaMhlanga, a town in Mpumalanga.
When the bus
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