Warrior Princess?
Circa 1992. Katlehong, Siluma View. We lived close to a hostel inhabited by IFP members. The clash between the ANC and IFP was not skirmishes, as news reported. It was a geo-locked war. Complete with guerrilla tactics and open-air mortality displays. It had become common for us to hear gunshots. I'm not talking "BAM!" like a pistol. I'm talking "RATATATATAHH BOOM!" It became normal for us to know when it was time to switch off the lights and call it a night and when it was okay to carry on living until about 8pm. Some gunshots translated to "go sleep in the bathroom because it's at the back of the house where it's hard to reach with guns from outside." I was assigned the shower. I thought it was marvellous that I got to sleep in my own little cubicle. I was already lucky enough to live in a house that had an indoor bathroom. Those nights in the shower provided me with a sense of comfort and safety. It was false safety, obviously. What with ...