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Johannesburg
My host and his friends
scoff at our rugby team
and our cricket team
and our barbecues
as the smell of burning meat
from the braai
chokes the air
and the roaring flames
reflect from the compound’s razor wire.
Six Crooked Highways 
Congrats, Mate!
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Thanks, D.
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Yep. I’ve lived in Johanesburg. Twice. That’s very evocative.
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Thanks, Sandra. I’ve only visited once but it made a big impression.
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