The way I have ben describing the nkomazi region is that it is a place filled with paradoxes, like a place where heads and tails are on the same side of the coin, however impossible that sounds here in NYC, it makes perfect sense there in Nkomazi.
The good and the bad coexist there effortlessly, and forces I once would have thought of as "opposing" seem to sit next to each other in the shade on a hot day while people are sold over the border, children die, people sing and smile and work and fight and hug and drive and live all at the same time....
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