ust before sunset, a handful of stiff-legged people clambered to the top of a koppie overlooking the confluence of the Limpopo and Shashe rivers. All those people have gone now, their thirst for a scrap of cellphone signal sated. They’ve sent their WhatsApp messages – “Hi sweetheart, I made it!” “I’m safe.” “See you tomorrow xx” – and they’ll soon be speeding southwards and home.
LETTER FROM The Tuli
Oct 25, 2022
2 minutes
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