My life and my writing

I find, writing about myself, does not come easily. Addressing the world about the little swirls of little events that loosely gather, tangle and disentangle — in short, my life, seems of very doubtful consequence. When at birth I was released into this motion of swirling little events my life was also set on rails and predetermined — free within the confines of turbulent change in South Africa. It was to take another thirty years for me to break loose, to burn the bridges, to leave South Africa and go into exile.