At 16, I was living in Pretoria, and we had just moved from a Black area to a very white area. South Africa was open, so Black people were allowed to move into certain parts and my parents were always against boundaries, so they pushed those limits. They wanted a better life for their kids. That was the aim, but it also meant we moved into a very hostile area. We were the only Black people in the area, so there were no neighbours or kids we could play with. Our parents wanted us to be safe, which meant if we wanted to visit friends they would need to drive us. Because if we got the bus, big white boys would attack us.
We watched everything on television and there was a buzz in the country. There was excitement. There was relief. There was a curiosity. But we stayed home, our parents kept us off
