This shy young girl of eleven or twelve was already practicing her dance alone when I was invited into the gloomy, bare building where every late afternoon excited youngsters of all ages arrived to
Nokuthula

This shy young girl of eleven or twelve was already practicing her dance alone when I was invited into the gloomy, bare building where every late afternoon excited youngsters of all ages arrived to
I took the first image from a bridge above the track; the girl in her immaculate school uniform – no uniform means no school – and the woman in traditional Sowetan dress crossing the