A Novelist Finally Finds the Right Words
By Kagiso Lesego Molope
The first time I discovered that I could travel without my body moving was during a government-imposed state of emergency in my quiet South African township in the late 1980s. Night was falling and so were bullets, outside and all around us. We were forbidden from leaving our homes and I was in my small bedroom with my two younger sisters and three visiting friends who could not leave because they had stayed out past curfew. We were listening to bootleg tapes of rap music that was so defiant I knew it had to be illegal.
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