“Come. come, see my home!
It’s anyplace where nobody gives orders,
it’s any moment of surprise…”

This might be the invitation — like the famous lines from Bessie Head’s poem about her “home,” her calm space amidst the storm. And just like this poetry, Lerato Shadi proceeds both cautiously and purposefully, as she explores and questions the house, traces her grandmother’s legacy, and investigates the creative power of women — of conditions not just for survival, but for living and dreaming. She searches for the complex contradictions that make us who we are.