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/ 22 January 2008

A street person named Desire

This is how I came to fall in love with a homeless person. My friend Sabelo has a mighty mane of dreadlocks and an ego so large he can barely get his Rasta shirt on, but he’s a friend and he knows things. We’re at the Apartheid Museum where Sabelo comes to flirt with hot foreign girls, writes Lev David.