A woolly head of dreadlocks, old dirty brown trousers tucked into large gumboots and wheelbarrow loaded with all sorts of strange scavenged goods. If Rooiland Nangu walked past you on his regular route down Fitzroy Street, you would hardly believe that this man was wealthy. But he is.
At seventy seven years old Rooiland can regale any audience who can understand him with fascinating stories about his past. One of these stories is the tale of how he came to live where he does.Read More