A boy accepts a flower from his sweetheart and disappears. A man returns speaking French. When you left your homeland, you left. Diaspora still define themselves by their land. I first left South Africa in 1998. I felt cut off. My first email account let me write when I got access to the computer room. Calls were expensive. I eventually returned (no French) to study. Now I live in the UK again, but I think the idea of Diaspora can die. We can define ourselves by our connections, not by borders or land, and I am still connected. I am still local in Cape Town, Joburg, Durban, and London.
Young Murron picks a flower to make William feel better