In 1995, my young parents moved our family from a village linked by a labyrinth of dusty footpaths, ineffectual Euphorbia fencing, a few grass-thatched roofs, loud neighbours, goat pens, paraffin …
On a sunny Cape Town morning in early 2008, I am enjoying my daily ten-minute stroll to work. I cross the street outside my apartment building and enter the Company’s Gardens …
The bull elephant emerging from the thicket swooped up Hassan before his daughter’s cries of warning left her mouth. He hoisted the man high in his coiled trunk, then dashed him to the ground. …