A few weeks ago, a friend and I drove to the inner city of Pretoria at 21h30 (not a great time) to hand out some blankets we had collected as a home group. I’d met some guys that sleep in this park that surrounds the Pretoria Arts Museum and just wanted to catch up with them. I had this idea in my head of long, quiet conversations, maybe a prayer, a “thank you” and “it’s only a pleasure” and a warm feeling on our way home. It didn’t quite turn out that way. Continue reading
I’m not a theatre boffin just in case you were thinking “what’s with the fancy pic?”. Just seems to say what I think about the masks we as people put on. They’re pale,sad and they don’t last too long before they hit the floor. Where they should be.