“From a house surrounded by tall walls and electric fencing in Jo’burg, where people don’t even know their neighbours, to living with a flat-mate in an apartment block in Seapoint, Cape Town, where everyone knows their neighbour’s name, marital status and daily routine.
This move was the best thing I had ever done. Our kitchen window over-looked the bedrooms of the apartment block behind ours. As you can imagine, we got to know our neighbours prettyyy well…
One day, I saw what could only be described as a human body dangling as though it was hung. In absolute terror, I shrieked to my flat-mate to hurry to the kitchen and tell me if she sees what I see! And who would I report a suicide to!? Completely freaked out and at this point in tears, my flat-mate finally plucked up the courage to come and see a vision that just might haunt her and fuck her up for life… As she burst into hysterical laughter, she looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks and told me that it was the surfer’s
As she burst into hysterical laughter, she looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks and told me that it was the surfer’s wet suit hanging to dry and swinging in the breeze carried in through his open window! It was at this point I decided that I should probably get contact lenses.”
It was at this point I decided that I should probably get contact lenses.”