This book salutes Peter Esterhuysen, a fine and accomplished teller of
stories. It is also a nod to a friendship that often expressed itself in
poetic dialogue.
That first meeting was accidental,
incidental, or so it seemed then;
providential (as those of a romantic disposition
might describe it), undoubtedly consequential;
one day while crossing a cement piazza
we unexpectedly crystallised into each other.