JOHANNESBURG AFTERNOON stopped into a church I passed along the way well, I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray… California Dreamin’ – Mamas & the Papas Well, that is not exactly how it was … I was in Forest Town, on a mission to do a photo-post of mailboxes. And then I got drawn into the garden of the Forest Town Church;
coming from nearby, an orchestra of xylophones.
For some reason I thought of beaches with smoky fires;
it was a Marimba band!
I cocked my head and looked around.
There! Up on the ridge, it must be a special performance at
the Westcliff; how tall that tree is, how old it must be.
I sat on a bench in the church garden for a while and listened
When a man came along and asked what I was doing there, I hurried away. As I walked back to my car I looked up at the horizon; Old Johannesburg.
Bejeweled old whore she may be, but she has her own, unique, beauty. And what stories she has to tell…