Townships.
We might be poor, but we’re proud.
Nothing can really give the full emotional spectrum like seeing extreme poverty. In terms of quality, the poverty in South Africa is not nearly as bad as the poverty in parts of Uganda; however, in terms of quantity, it’s unfathomable. Along the highway, there’s just layer after layer of tinroof, shanty-esque homes–rolling into the smoggy mountains, until it just starts to turn into a sea of rusty poverty
Still, nothing can give you hope like meeting and talking to the people inside and seeing human optimism at it’s finest, witnessing how a home is more than just a building, and seeing the resilience of people (as one described to us) who might be poor but still proud–proud of who they are an unwilling to give into overwhelming opposition.
As sad as it makes me, nothing can make me as happy as playing with those kids. I have more photos, but here’s a small taste for now:
And if you’re into that kind of thing, here’s the EXIF data for the top image:
Good shots man. You’re seeing and experiencing stuff that I wish everyone would see. It really makes you look at life a bit differently eh?