I draw bathwater so hot in the mornings I have to coax my limbs into the tub. Skin searing, right foot first, then the right calf, now the left one, down to my knees, etc. It’s been so cold in Johannesburg, I can’t remember the last time I felt heat. Dizzying, nauseating steam sinks deep.

I arrived in Jozi late on a Wednesday night, a trio of lovelies waiting for me at O.R. Tambo. The flags had just gone up, decorations for hundreds of thousands of anticipated guests, not yet arrived.

Guests of another sort are occupying my time here, though.

Hanging about Mzansi for another while. More to come.

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