so the prodigal daughter returned.
We lived in town, but I would spend
weeks at a time with my
grandmother in Soweto, often
during the holidays. I have so many
memories from the place that in my
mind it’s like we lived there, too.
Soweto was designed to be
bombed—that’s how forward-
thinking the architects of apartheid
were. The township was a city unto
itself, with a population of nearly
one million. There were only two
roads in and out. That was so the
military could lock us in, quell any
rebellion. And if the monkeys ever
went crazy and tried to break out of