“He stands on the stone table and selects a large fig, bites into the skin, then opens it with his fingers. He thinks of a woman's sex, ancient and eternal, no young girl would have such gritty sweetness. Was this… — Achmat Dangor Copy Share Image
I remember my emotions the day we watched Nelson Mandela walk out of prison Writing & literature in South Africa during the anti-apartheid years,… — Achmat Dangor Copy Share Image
“He stands on the stone table and selects a large fig, bites into the skin, then opens it with his fingers. He thinks of… — Achmat Dangor Copy Share Image
It struck me that our history is contained in the home we live in, that we are shaped by the ability of these simple… — Achmat Dangor Copy Share Image
