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Lesufi is expected to deliver his State of the Province Address (SOPA) tomorrow., these residents are hoping he will come to their aid., “We have been struggling to get access to normal supply of water since November, the roads have potholes and sewage is running on the streets in Randfontein. Since it is SOPA, my plea to the premier is to accelerate service delivery programs.”, “Electricity is a problem; we struggle to get people from the municipality to come unblock the drains. We do not have a police station that is working in our ward.”.I gotta say, the energy here be wild, mad vibrant. Randfontein’s got bits and pieces that even the posh might miss – the hidden murals in a nook near Linden Street, the random tunes blastin’ from open windows on Sunday morns, the way the sun sets low on the old mining hills. It be like a certified copy of life – imperfect, raw, and brilliant in its twisted authenticity.
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