LONG-BUILT DREAMS CRUSHED AS PRETORIA RAZES TOWNSHIP
To build a house, Kenneth Ranuga explained, you need sand and cement to make the bricks, and three-ply wood from crating for the ceiling and, most of all, time. Thirty-six years ago, he said, it took him most of a year, working weekends and molding his own bricks to build a four-room house for himself and Agnes, his bride of a few months, in this tumbledown black township. And since then, at intervals, he has embarked on modifications, building bedrooms as the family grew, removing inner walls to make a parlor crammed with armchairs and tables and cupboards. It is a largish room that bears the imprints of a householder's pride: the glass display cabinet filled with knickknacks and mementos, a television powered by a generator in the absence of an electrical hookup and family portraits hung along the wall.