By Papiso Matsau
The idea of borders has always intrigued me. Having grown up near the Caledon River in Lesotho, where you could walk down the road and across the river it was considered Lesotho and further down the same road it was considered South Africa, borders have always been arbitrary to me.
The importance of borders was further diminished to me when in my early twenties when I was back packing with my best friend and as we stood at the Livingstone border control in Zambia
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