Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. - Nadine Gordimer

Had not been able to tell them anything that was leading him towards that Friday night when something terrible happened to him.

How to break in: with a name, a statement.

Clustered predators round a kill. It's a small car with a young woman inside it. The battery has failed and taxis, cars, minibuses, vans, motorcycles butt and challenge one another, reproach and curse her, a traffic mob mounting its own confusion. Get going. Stupid bloody woman. Idikazana lomlungu, le! She throws up hands, palms open, in surrender. They continue to jostle and blare their impatience. She gets out of her car and faces them. (first lines)