Noon. Panganai and Tendai tug tufts of candyfloss from pink clouds as the Chinese girl in a pink tutu rides a circus horse round and round. The frenzied jabber of the dogs and the rumble of a diesel pickup haul Jabulani out of reverie. He smells the pap Jonas has cooked in the dusty, dour light. ...
Marika is in shorts and dirty white Dunlop tackies she has drawn blue daisies on with a pen. Butterflies dance in me as I wonder how Moses and Marika will get on, and what she will think of our rusty old junkyard Volvo. When Moses catches sight of us, he stands up from his Black Label beer crate ...