By Tshezi

Sweets. Sweets. Sweets.

Sweets. Sweets. Sweets. As you drive through the rolling hills of the Transkei, this is a chant you will hear on a regular basis. As a tourist in a vehicle you have morphed into some sort of “Willy Wonkas’ magical sweet cart cruising through the villages on a rainbow. The kids will stream towards your …

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