When I first joined OA in 1996 we gathered at the “Lemon Squeezer” church in Victory Park, Johannesburg. It smelled of highveld dust and floor polish. At 30, I seemed to be the youngest in the room filled with middle-class white women who looked like my elderly relatives. Just two years into South Africa’s democracy…
Last month I returned to a city across the country. While listening to the overture backstage, I waited for the symphony to begin. I watched the fluid movements of my colleagues perform the delicate and different movements onstage. Their lifetime of attention, discipline and service was enabling sublime music-making that lifted my soul. I exhaled…
