Chapter 19

Lutho.

Catching a taxi to Soweto is much easier in the early morning. I ask to be dropped off at the Jabavu library. I hope it is still there.

When the taxi stops I sigh with relief. There it is looking like the head of a crocodile. The sloping roof above the red brick looks like the top of the open mouth and the extension towards the back makes the bottom jaw. The white painted plaster wall looks like the crocodile is wearing a scarf over hi...