May 16, 2012
Day one in South Africa—and what a day it has been! After an exhausting 24 hour trip here, I’ve already seen a pink and orange sunset over an oceanfront lighthouse; eaten bacon, banana and garlic pizza; marveled at a night sky with more stars than I have ever seen in my life; and received an introduction into the complex dynamics of the township where I will be living and working for the next six weeks.
As we drove from the airport toward the city of Cape Town, the division was immediately apparent. On our left side we passed by what could only be described as a slum—dirty shack homes piled on top of each another, made out of tin scrap metal. Just across the interstate stood large homes that could belong in any upper-class suburb of the United States.
We’ll be living in the “Valley,” which is over a mountain from Cape Town. As we crested the hill we saw the communities of the Valley—the black community Masipuhlele, the white communities Fish Hook and Kommeteje (pronounced Ko-me-key) and the coloured community Ocean View.
This summer I will be working in Ocean View and living in Kommeteje. I plan to tell the stories of the coloured people through this blog, and also through photography, articles and a short documentary. At the same time I’ll be establishing a tutoring program for youth in the Ocean View community through the organization Love for the Sake of Love. It’s a Raleigh N.C. based non-profit.
Me, Alison, Amanda, Nick, Katie watching the sunset over the beach |
We’re led by Sarah and Casey Prince, missionaries who permanently live in Ocean View with their 3-year-old daughter Kieran. Before moving to Ocean View three years ago, Casey was Alison’s youth pastor in Raleigh. Sarah works at Ocean View Methodist Church, and to this day they are the only white people living in the coloured township.
I didn’t get to see much of Ocean View this afternoon other than a brief drive-through. We spent most of our time unpacking in our charming rental house in Kommeteje. It has a garden with pink and red flowers, a bathroom ceiling of bamboo, a front porch with a view of the ocean, and it’s a five-minute walk to the beach.
We’re renting the house from a man named Michael, who lives next door. He says if he’s not home, he’s usually checking out the surf, and he’s already invited Nick to come with him.
Our house, "Gum Tree Cottage" |
View from our front porch |
Living room |
Dreamy windchimes |
Everything moves slower here. For instance, we’re not allowed to pump our own gas, and today we sat at a station for five minutes before an attendant came to pump it for us In addition, restaurant waiters don’t give checks until we ask. It’s common for groups to sit around the table long after their food is gone.
It’s hard to believe that just 24 hours ago was my 22nd birthday—and 24 hours before that I was graduating from college. Now I’m sitting on a couch in a dreamy vacation home, eager to start this new adventure. -Mary
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