Abel. He was incensed by the idea
of my mom being in contact with
her previous love, and she decided
it was safer for everyone involved
not to test his anger. I went from
seeing my dad every Sunday to
seeing him every other Sunday,
maybe once a month, whenever my
mom could sneak me over, same as
she’d done back in Hillbrow. We’d
gone from living under apartheid to
living under another kind of
tyranny, that of an abusive,
alcoholic man.
At the same time, Yeoville had
started to suffer from white flight,
neglect, general decline. Most of my