I saw this weather-worn flag, bravely putting up a battle against the storm-wind, on top of a koppie in Fairie Glenn, Pretoria, today. Sometimes you still seem the flag flying as a pennant from the roof of a car, a memento of 2010 and the memories that linger, like the last fading notes of a vuvuzela.

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