FROM THE SKELETON IN Yeoville, I could see the whole of Johannesburg set out before me. It was more impressive at night, when the neon madness of the city that never sleeps became stars reflecting in a pool of infinite darkness. Some stars burned steady, constant. Come up here any evening and you’d see the street lights running along the main highways and boulevards, mapping out our playground. Hubs of incandescence scattered from Melville through the CBD to Yeoville and Hillbrow itself. The warming glow of Ponte City rising 54 storeys above those streets of gold. And moving between the hubs, scattered along the highways, were our brothers and sisters, friends and lovers, sons, daughters, mothers and fathers, all part of one living breathing soul. The multitude of faces, voices, colours, b
