Lost Lover, Breast and Hips

Well as the song goes, you only know you've been high when you're feeling low, only hate the road when you're missing home, only know you love her when you let her go, and you let her go.

This Passenger song flooded my mind when I saw this pitiful scene on the corner of Oxford Road and 11th Ave, just south of Rosebank. Lost lover, breast and hips? Signs like these are all over Johannesburg on street light poles, just about any place is not safe for these muti men and their advertisements for enlargements, protection, and finding the love of your life. Uneducated as I am on tradition African medicine, I simply feel that this type of muti is quackery.

This image has so many stories to tell and whatever it reveals to you, the bottom line is that charlatanism will only led you to disaster. Be yourself, as everyone else is taken. And you let her go.