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By Luso Mnthali

It is the seventies, at the height of Apartheid. We’re on a farm in the Western Cape, South Africa. On a typical summer’s day, a grandmother takes her small child outside the farmhouse and tells her she is going to cut her long, thick and plaited hair. Thus, a defining moment in…

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