Sawubona.
I see you.
The first word of isiZulu the author ever learned was taught by a man in blue Shell overalls, sitting on an upturned oil drum in the shade of a fuel depot in Hoedspruit. Everybody called him Induna. To a six-year-old boy, he was Baba Mkhize.
On 27 April 1994, Baba Mkhize put on a suit and voted for the first time in his life. He believed the promise. THE RECEIPT follows what happened to it, from the Arms Deal to Phala Phala, through the eyes of the people who paid.
“Somebody made a promise in 1994, and somebody broke it.”
