keyboard_arrow_downPonte re-imagined, Hillbrow re-viewed
He protectively ushers his son across the zebra crossing, making sure he is between him and the traffic. The little boy is smartly dressed in a new school uniform and I can’t help noticing how black and shiny his shoes are against the dusty backdrop, as if he didn’t play outside at break time or has carefully brushed the dust off them before leaving school. I get the impression he is a Grade One pupil who has just started school, still immensely proud of his new uniform and the unblemished satchel on his back. Dad, also smartly dressed, deposits him at the entrance to Skylar Mansions and hurries off, probably going back to work. Is it strange that on this first visit to Hillbrow in about 30 years, I am left with an overall impression of neatness?