There is a boy, a blonde, disabled boy being taken for strolls, in my hood, in his oversized pram, by his nanny in her blue uniform. And when I drive past this blonde boy with his nanny in her blue uniform, it strips away the carefully constructed world I built around a 9-year old girl …
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Coffee
I did not grow up on coffee. My mother would have recoiled at the thought. The wife, on the other hand, was woken up with a cup of (instant) coffee. You know, as a good start to her school day.
Hannelie Coetzee installing a new sculpture
September 2014, Klipkoppe (Stone heads)