The Story Continues

Yesterday. That's when it happened. Johannesburg Park Station.  That's where it all start ed. No, maybe that's not where it all started, but I can explain, for there 's more. I have taken the decision to tell the story so that by the time you see me there are no questions and, certainly, no answers and explanations expected. Let us just stroll through this thing called life and take up all the good it throws at us and avoid or fight off the ob noxious aspects. Yesterday raises many questions as much as it presents many answers . These answers , in turn, raise more questions. Slowly oozing down on the escalator at the park s tation in Joburg , the Gautrain Station side, I noticed a familiar f igure cutting through the large crowds, headed my way, coming from the Wanderers taxi rank side. My memory quickly rushed back to the hectic varsity days, and, for a moment I could see her strolling along the varsity corridors on her trademark mini skirts , her confidence...