There is excitement at the crossroads. The children are there, singing and dancing. The crowd grows. "Our fathers are coming home. Our fathers are coming home," the children sing.

This is not an unusual scene in the segregated townships of South Africa, where the fathers who work in the mines are away for many months at a time, and their families are not permitted to join them. But at the crossroads, neither hardship nor deprivation can tarnish the joy of these long-awaited family reunions.

From the dust jacket