Home at last after two glorious weeks in South Africa. I was desolate to return… so many good times still to be had. A very good friend shared a poem with me which reads:
We cannot hang on to this moment
even knowing it is the last moment.
Life pulls us
like a great tidal wave
sweeping us forward
dragging us into the perpetual present.
Our memories of this moment
will change and be shaped
by new desires and disappointments.
And I will forget I knew even this.
Obviously two weeks of memories can’t be revealed in a mere blog but I’ll share the highlights…
Day 1- 10 hours of flight to the UK with a quick daytrip to London with a visit to the Imperial War Museum’s Holocaust exhibit followed by a visit to the BBC’s World Office and a meeting with the BBC’s Africa correspondent. I have to admit that as an avid listener/reader of the BBC world news it was exciting to step into the news office where they made it happen. (Don’t judge me on my nerdy nature!).
Day 2- After another 10 hours of flight and very little sleep we arrived in Jo’Burg and immediately went sightseeing (mostly Dutch/Afrikans monuments… e.g. the Voortrekker Monument) which I have to admit that I remember very little of beyond the photos I took. Operating on minute amounts of sleep over the past two days took its toll.
Day 3- The day’s activities stood in stark contrast to the colonial monuments and sights of the previous day. We stepped into an informal township in Soweto and I was surprised at how different it was to my township experience in Cape Town. Should you want an indepth look of township life during the Apartheid era I strongly recomment "Kaffir Boy" by Mark Mathabane. Upon leaving the township, with children playing in the streets and grasping our hands in hopes of seeing their photos digitally immortalized, we visited Regina Mundi Catholic Church and the Hector Pieterson Museum that memorialize the tragic events of a peaceful student protest that catalyzed the apartheid revolution in 1976. I was particularly moved by the statement of Mbuyisa Makhubo’s mother (the student carrying Hector Pieterson’s body from the protest): "Mbuyisa is or was my son. But he is not a hero. In my culture, picking up Hector is not an act of heroism. It was his job as a brother. If he left him on the ground and somebody saw him jumping over Hector he would never be able to live here."
We continued the day with a trip to Nelson Mandela’s home where he lived until his imprisonment followed by a visit to the Apartheid Museum.
Day 4- Visits to Jo’Burg NGO’s including the Refugee Children’s Project, Center for Study of Violence and Reconciliation, IDASA, and a quick visit to Amnesty International’s Jo’Burg office. I won’t bore you with the details of our meetings with the NGO’s but it was interesting and compelling to hear what the organizations were doing on a grassroots and strategic level to help impact the future of SA.
Day 5- Pilanesberg National Park. Ok, ok, so not related to human rights but you have to take a break at some point! Check out the photos of the elephants, zebras, giraffes, and more!
Day 6- A short flight from Jo’Burg to Capetown and we set off for a couple of quick meetings with NGO’s including the Quaker Peace Center and the Amy Biehl Foundation.
Day 7- A little more sightseeing with a trip to the Cape Point at breakneck speed (courtesy of the worst tour guide in the world) a visit to Simonstown to see the penguins (again, I tell you, check out the photos!), and a trip up Table Mountain… though it was cold and misty it was definitely a cool experience to look over the edge of the mountain into nothingness. Unfortunately our trip to Robben Island was cancelled due to the wind factor….
Day 8- We began the day with a quick walking tour of Capetown and then an unexpected trip to Monkeybiz (thanks to yours truly) that went from a quick 20 minute delay to about an hour and a half… not my fault that the store is so fabulous that everyone wanted to buy their souvenirs there! We continued on with a trip to the District Six Museum and a tour of the township of Guguletu. We finished the day with a visit to an HIV/Aids clinic that is housed alongside a presbyterian church in the township.
Day 9 and beyond- The group departed and I met up with Ali (again, muchas gracias for your hospitality and putting up with me for an entire week!). We filled the week with a bit of human rights related issues, a theater/performance piece called Cargo, an American film not yet released in SA called The Devil Came On Horseback (I wouldn’t necessarily recommend seeing the film… a bit of an imperialistic viewpoint), and some whale watching… ok, that last part was totally touristy but much fun.
I also got some much needed rest and managed to read a few books which I heartily endorse for your reading lists, including- The Bahdad Blog by Salam Pax, Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood by Marjane Satrapi, and The Westing Game by Ellen Rasking for a short fun read (if you like well-written children’s books… hello… there were children’s books before Harry Potter).
So, there you have it, the cliff notes version of my trip to SA. Should you care to have your ear talked off feel free to ask me even more about my trip!