In this way, the narrative which unfolds, tells of human beings' uprooting once again from wherever they had managed to settle and being dumped in a geographic space as a collective of labour units in obeisance to the dictates of the infamous gold and maize alliance. Because as Phyllis Ntantale has pointed out, in the towns only their labour is wanted, themselves not. The glory of human spirit, the people of this celebrated community demonstrated their agency, like the Phoenix they rose from the ashes of dehumanising relocation to build formidable, resilient and vibrant community with unique and unmistakable identity defined for the purpose of this narrative as die huis en die man van Pheli, die Atteridgevillian [this house and this man of Pheli, the Atteridgevillian].
