On our verandah (‘Stoep’ in South Africa); only 2 meters from the door. Unfortunately not the most suitable location to picture.
25 Years after the Berlin Wall came down a new wall is erected in the outskirts of our village. The municipality wanted to buy land from a chicken farmer for the extension of the ‘location’ (township) but the chicken farmer was not happy with that; afraid that more chickens would be stolen by poor hungry people. After 10 years of negotiation an agreement was signed. The land sold but a wall erected to keep unwanted intruders away from the farm.
These pictures show how millions of South Africans are housed.
To avoid misunderstandings: it’s NOT the homestead of South Africa’s president Jacob Zuma. This guy has always been very privileged … 😉 …; most probably never stayed in a shack (well I did and it was quite an experience. Everything there except electricity and a toilet …)
These pictures are part of a documentary serie I’m engaged in for the NGO Food4Thought which runs the pre-primary school Funimfundo (= ‘Seeking Knowledge’) in the location (township/informal settlement) Die Kop nearby my village. The school is privately funded (no state involved), exists for 10 yrs and is regarded as one of the best in the Western Cape.
The date is Sunday 12 May 2013 and the time somewhere between 6 and 8 PM. Location: a hidden spot along the lagoon near the village. Together with friends and a great colored family from Mount Pleasant (who also discovered this spot…) we experienced one of those numerous amazing sunsets our area has to offer. In and around the lagoon is an abundance of bird life and it is hard to make pictures without any winged friends in it… This serie provides you with a visible idea but no picture can match the experience of sitting, chatting and watching on the spot. I shot just over 200 images and only 19 survived my first selection.
Part 4 is dedicated to our winged friends in the lagoon; photographed during different moments in time and angles.
Took this shot last month. These little guys showed me around in their location (township) near our village. Forgot their names (Xhosa names are sometimes difficult to pronounce; especially for relative outsiders) but they turned out to be great guides and great friends. I learned and experienced a bit of the harsh conditions quite a few people in South Africa undergo on a daily base.
Out of gratitude for their warm and personal hospitality: