My sojourn in Johannesburg, the city of gold, took a dramatic tilt this week. By drama I don't mean a drastic action, but slow-moving, but devastating developments. Having committed to taking up a craft in plumbing, my skills were tested sooner than later.
I had taken the morning run - as do middle-aged men intent on ridding off their beer bellies - and soak in vitamin D from the sun. I was in that blissful morning mood as I ambled back to the apartment when I encountered the free-flowing water, just under the stairs.