His clean, recently polished shoes face skyward. Their tips slightly worn but well cared for. They are brown and modest but have given him comfort on his long walks.

The stillness of his feet is made all the more garish by the silver blanket that now covers his lifeless body.

Where was he going? Who is waiting for him? Does his family know? It started out as just an ordinary day. Maybe he was running a little late. Maybe he had forgotten his lunch. Maybe, he was marvelling at how beautiful the blue winter sky is. Maybe, just before, the moment everything was about to change, he pulled his jacket around him a little closer as the chill crept in from the evening air.

Maybe he was on his way to work? Maybe he was on his way to study? Maybe he had big plans and ideas that could have changed our country — maybe even the world! Maybe he was a humble man and would have changed just one person’s life. Maybe he was a father and will now never celebrate in some of his family’s watershed moments. I hope he had someone, someone who is crying tears for him — someone who knows his face — which I can only imagine.

This faceless man, whose features undoubtedly now sag with his eyes slightly closed as blood covers portions of it could have been a hero, a poet, a father, a pastor, a student, a nurse, a hard worker. Maybe, but we will never know.

The man lying under the silver blanket on the N14 has my mind racing — wondering who he was and who he could have been. I am frustrated that he is not the only faceless person I have encountered on this stretch of road since I started my long commute to Pretoria daily in September 2013.

At least once a month I find myself caught in a traffic jam and slowly creeping past another faceless person, this time with high heels, another time with tiny shoes. And yet, what I find most startling is the silence around these people. Who are they? Why has no one stood up and said enough is enough. Why are there no campaigns demanding a bridge be built across the N14 so that those who are living in Diepsloot have a safer option of crossing the highway?

I have to wonder whether the authorities would have jumped into action if the faceless man’s face was a little paler and lying lifeless in an area considered to be more affluent. Whether the general public would not be as complacent about people that are hurt and killed while simply trying to cross the street if these persons weren’t living in a township but rather a suburb.

Why are they crossing the highway? I can hear some exclaim. Well — how else are they going to get to work? How else are they going to get to class? Time is money and if faceless man is late for work just one more time he might not be welcomed back again tomorrow. Those who make demands on faceless man’s times rarely understand his reality — the reality of taxis picking up and dropping off on the highway. The reality of waiting, walking excruciatingly long distances before the sun rises. The reality of trying to make ends meet when the odds are so grossly staked against you.

Instead of authorities deciding to look after the areas that have the least resources in our affluent Gauteng they blame the victims, arresting them and fining them for jaywalking. I can almost guarantee that faceless man would have preferred to have his feet walking over the highway horizontally than now lying still vertically.

His shoes are clean and freshly polished and now they will be the last he ever wears.


  • Born and raised in South Africa Claudia has been fortunate enough to have traveled extensively as well as have lived in South Korea, Sweden and now Canada. Claudia is currently obtaining her PhD in Human Geography from Queens University in Canada. She has an MSc in the social studies of gender from Lund University, Sweden, and an MA in tourism and management from the University of Johannesburg. In both she explored the relationship between identity, gender, and work. She is increasingly interested in how animals are implicated within our work structures. Claudia is outspoken and believes in the power of a good debate in changing and shifting the ways in which we experience the world.


Claudia Hirtenfelder

Born and raised in South Africa Claudia has been fortunate enough to have traveled extensively as well as have lived in South Korea, Sweden and now Canada. Claudia is currently obtaining her PhD in...

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