The Power of Fire Early last Saturday morning walking on the beach I looked over towards Constantia Neck to witness plumes of black and grey smoke avalanching into the sky above Imizamo Yetho.  The morning unfolded with apocalyptic sights in IY – the fire, the fear, the destruction.  In the darkness of Sunday morning I woke dreaming of fire only to look out across the valley to see the wild orange of the Karbonkelberg mountain ablaze.  The power of fire…