The early December sun beats down mercilessly on the corrugated iron roofs

The morning chill bites at Nthabiseng Mokoena’s fingers as she wraps her

The morning air carries a slight chill as I arrive at the

The early morning mist still clings to the ground as Nomvula Khumalo

The sun hasn’t yet risen over Mamelodi township, but Gogo Nozizwe Mbatha

The morning queue outside the SASSA office in Khayelitsha stretches longer than

The morning sun beats down on the long queue outside the SASSA

Last Tuesday afternoon, I found myself sitting across from Nomsa Khumalo in

The morning queue outside the SASSA office in Soweto stretches longer than

I remember the first time I met Nthabiseng, a 62-year-old grandmother from