...as I was to later find out, the skin was neither soft nor the hair so smooth as I had first imagined. - Lewis Nkosi

My chubby little brother! Perhaps he’s having a little ‘crisis of conscience’!’ perhaps, because of their culture.

For my grandmother, Esther Makatini, who washed white people's clothes so that I could learn to write.

Bulane was dressed in faded old khakis, somewhat soiled and torn and sprinkled with mud, and although this was the height of summer on the highveld and the sun would soon be scorchingly hot, he was swathed in a thick army coat that looked frayed and moth-eaten, like something which might have been bequeathed to an importunate servant by a jokey employer.