At the age of five, I paged through my grandmother’s photo album - black and white photos of people in vintage cars, somewhat familiar (much younger) faces and most of all, the anticipation of hope – I thought that when she was young, there was no color in the world, so I asked her “When did color happen?”
As I wrote the book I used this as LERATO asks MIRIAM the same question and thought it related to the essence of the book.
It is also a strong metaphor for the issue of race. If initially man had the same origins (coincidentally in Sterkfontein, South Africa) when exactly did "colour happen"? Even more to the point, when did the prejudice start?
- Henry Bantjez
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