For part 1 of Youth Day Refections go here. If I could have breakfast with any two people in South Africa, it would be Desmond Tutu and Jonathan Jansen (throw in some Miroslav Volf and I literally would be in heaven, scribbling down every word that any of them uttered, except Volf is not SouthContinue reading ““I was 19 years old when Hector P died”- a poem (Youth Day Reflections Part 2)”