Elijah is our guide, Michael our mentor –
Mandla and Mbuzeni – old enough
to have needed ‘white’ names.
“They are not tourists”, Mbuzeni explains,
as we meet healers, dancers, wedding guests.
He is politely disbelieved.
The expensive camera appears to betray us.
‘‘They are big people,” begins Mandla –
an old woman interrupts, speaking to me:
“Hey, Mister Man, what do you want?”
I explain, try to reassure. “I have worked
in the gold mines,