I had a homestay in Tambo Village, a neighborhood on the edge of Gugulethu Township. Not surprisingly, the socioeconomic contrasts in South Africa are beyond striking and downright mind boggling thanks to Apartheid. Within a 15 minute drive from posh, cosmopolitan Cape Town are veritable oceans of poverty. Tambo Village is a bit of a bright spot among the townships, with cement homes and running water.
An SAS student, Lonyae, and I were paired up with Mama Ellen for the night. Her only son is grown and moved out of the home, but she is very involved with the children in the community. She runs an after-school program at the community center where kids come and practice their coreographed dances all afternoon, which they perform for the community on the weekends. We went to watch and ended up participating. I got recruited into what I can only describe as a South African boy band of eight-year-olds. They taught me a couple of their routines while I let my camera drift off with some of the girls. After a couple of hours of trying to keep up with the boys, Mama Ellen took us home to cook dinner of chicken and stavipop, a corn starch based substance that resembles something between cornmeal, white rice and mashed potatoes.
In the morning we visited Mama Ellen's next door neighbors who have two little babies in the household...a three month old and a six week old. Having had baby-withdrawals for weeks on the ship, holding the little ones was a real treat. Amazingly, without being able to speak, the three-month-old had already developed the click that shows up in his family's first language, (and that of Nelson Mandela) Xhosa.
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| Mama Ellen |
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| Some of the kids at the community center. |
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| The "Boy Band" that recruited me. |
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| The kid in the middle, Michael, was without a doubt, the ring leader and choreographer. |
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| Tambo Village |
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| Lonyae with the 3 month old. |