One of the best fresh pressed writes I’ve ever read..2 thumbs UP Rolbos!
The Challenge: Show us how history is something we are part of, not some external event taking place in a palace, office, or war zone far away.
His name is not important – he wouldn’t want you to know him if you should meet him in the street – but he is a man, a grown adult of 40-odd years, and he wants a second chance. Or maybe it’s the fifth or fiftieth chance he is begging for. The number isn’t important; what counts is the desire to be somebody again.
My path crossed his by chance. The circumstances are not important – but it resulted in us having a serious conversation. He is a street artist, a sign-writer, a dreamer, a rebel and has spent many years in jail. Now he is a loner, a reject, an outcast, a hermit.
“Will you help me fix my life?”
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