Monageng Vice Motshabi

Between The Pillar & The Post

To be taken from one place to another in rapid succession. Displaced again. And again. And again. What is lost in – to borrow from Bavino Bachana – ‘the spaces between?’ Does the reaper keep a tally of the multitude of bodies that line the pathway paved with good intentions? Does a mother’s cry become the reaper’s lullaby in this (seemingly) post-apocalyptic version of reality?

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