According to the ZA News website, “A few weeks later, with the help of friends from the Nelson Mandela Foundation, wearing dark glasses and our most intimidating faces (we were actually quite scared as we didn’t know who were going to meet there), we raided the place and finally recovered the head of Nelson Mandela”.

“I saw a child fall down. Under a shower of bullets I rushed forward and went for the picture. It had been a peaceful march, the children were told to disperse, they started singing Nkosi Sikelele. The police were ordered to shoot” (Nzima)

Regardless of the colour of your skin, your cultural practices, or a family album filled with decaying black and white photos, it would appear as though, in all likelihood, we are all African.

I thought I would share with all of you a growing glossary of terms, phrases, and colloquialisms that I have managed to pick up and adapt to over the past two weeks, and perhaps further, provide some context into which they can be placed.

If you are an organized and timely individual from anywhere in the North America on your first trip to Johannesburg, refer back to my first point every 15 to 20 minutes and remember to take deep breaths. It might help for you to simply break your watch upon arrival at OR Tambo International Airport.

Up until now I have had fairly little to report on and have been communicating mainly via email to those few who find my daily happenings of interest.  Yesterday, however, was a day that will  not only stand out as memorable when I look back on this trip, but one that has, without a doubt, [...]