In my dreams, in all of our dreams, this is what we would wish for - the revival of old fashioned community, and at the heart of this is culture; cultural activities that bind people together. I would dream of this in South Africa, but sometimes it seems that the very culture that should bind us together is what separates us. Who can agree on what the Springbok team should be called? Should we ever perform Shakespeare? Should ngoma dancing be done by women? Is virgin-testing abusive to young women? What should we call that street - after whom and why? Is Afrikaner nationalism worse than Zulu nationalism? Did Xhosas get a better deal under Mbeki's leadership? Why do whites care so much about their dogs and cats? And so it goes on and on...

Mistrust, disrespect, tribalism, prejudice, and blatant ignorance. That's our only united cultural currency.