You need to come back with me to Bloemfontein.
Welcome to QwaQwa, the Reverend said. He called to make sure we were on our way back. Leaving Thobeka behind. A text read later that night: Sabina, I hope you arrived safely. I am alone in the guest house. I just finished making notes about today. Love. Thobeka.
I sense suspect I know: White men. White women. Black men. Black women. Xhosa. Basotho. A hierarchy from hell. There is this stunning beauty. This vastness. Tall, towering proud red mountains. Walls of orange dust. Haunting.