Cape Point

Over the last weekend in Cape Town, I vistited Cape Point. Located at the South-Western tip of Africa, it has light houses that used to guide trading ships. Here are some photos:

Shine Literacy Program

Shine is a non-profit organization i volunteered with, for the past 6 months. the agency, run completely by volunteers (with the exception of 1 paid administrative staff) has grown and flourished in the years since it has been founded. And now, it has centers that work on improving the lanuguage skills of weak grade 2 children in 4 schools.

The fabric of this organization seem to be that of human relationships, be it volunteer-child, volunteer-volunteer or volunteer-organizer. it is definitely a H-A-P-P-Y place to be at.

the centre that i volunteered at, zonnebloem primary school is a place of social gathering for volunteers (a majority of whom are women in the 40s and 50s), where they happily chat away before sessions start. And the good spirit is transfered to the kids during the teaching times, and this makes the shine center programs a time that children look forward to coming. (there were a couple of kids who sneaked in to read with us, although they are not on the list of children who needed help with english language). 

This is the scene i look forward to everytime i go to the center; the sight of children running up the small hill to the center, with books they had borrowed the week before in their hands. when they finished their little race up the hill to the center, they are reward by the smiles and hugs that the volunteers shower them with.

the next hour of learning is not the conventional learning. instead, shine uses resources such as games, puzzles and volunter-children relationships to encourage children to develop a love for reading and equipping them with the skills to do so. the above picture is that of a kid learning to make up a sentence with the items that is in the puzzle he just put together. 

the energy level of the volunteers are encourage to be kept high, so that the children enjoy the activities conducted.

At the end of the hour long session, the children each receive a 'praise card" which the volunteers writes to explain how well they have done. this not only boosts the kids' self-esteem but also makes them want to learn to read these words by themselves. 

for children that are not in the program, they could make use of the "Swap Shop," or an informal library system that allows them to take home a book each weekend. 

At the count of 3, I want you to put your hands on...

Your biggest sexual organ!

That was one of the ways we (the team of educators at Think Twice) engage the youths to talk about sexuality, relationship and marriage. Think Twice has a program that lasts for 6 weeks, engaging to 15 year old students about these issues.

In South Africa, where single parenting and teenage pregnancies are common, the efforts of organizations like Think Twice becomes increasingly important. Surprisingly, I find the youths here engaged, and eager to learn about these issues. And some of them, I must say, are very sensible. There was a boy who asked about HIV testing, one who was mature enough to discuss promiscuity and many, who voiced their views against premarital sex.

In the past 4 weeks that I had been assisting to teach the lessons, I have learnt many lessons myself. Think Twice is careful in making sure that the lessons are not dictative for the kids; instead of preaching abstainance, the lessons are designed to present the consequences of having premarital and casual sex. I also find the structure of the lessons interactive, with games, discussions and exercises.

One example is the "biggest sexual organ" exercises, where the instructor asks the kids to put their hands on what they think is their biggest sexual organ, while the instructor places hands on head, pointing out that sex starts in your head. Of course this exercise is greeted with uncomfortable and shy giggles, but it also makes the kids remember and start thinking...

And in some sense, being one of the presenters, I found myself thinking about the issues presented, and learning from my colleagues. My colleague, Moussa, is extremely skilled at presenting difficult ideas and values across, without making it sound dictative.

Standing in front of the class and teaching, it builds up public speaking skills and guage the audience's attentiveness and find ways engage them, if I found that they are drifting off... My colleague, Juliet is especially good at this, and her sense of humor helps a lot as well.

From the kids, I learnt how it was like to be an inquisitive, and the value of questioning, and learning, and also, having someone as a guide to talk about the issues that were considered "taboo". Watching them, I am also reminded of myself, when I was in Singapore, and I cannot help but compare the education systems of Sg, Burma and US to South Africa (possibly another post).

Even the 6am alarm clock calls and going to work in the squished mimi-taxi (there are usually 22 passangers on board, when the max number should have been 13-15) before the sunrise with Angie has become an activity I enjoy.

It is for all these reasons that I will miss working with Think Twice, when I leave Cape Town next Wednesday. But I am sure that if I ever come back to this city, Think Twice would have done several impactful lessons, engaging the lives of many young South Africans, and it is indeed, a privilege to have worked with such an organization!

My colleague, Juliet expaining the different STDs, and the wheel of sexuality to the kids.


The children, putting their hands in the air, before doing the biggest organ exercise.



My colleagues who I would dearly miss. From the back:

Moussa, the father figure, from Congo
Angie, my travelmate, from UK
Juliet, a Cape Townian, with a great sense of humor
and me.

Would you leave all that you have behind, because you were treated too well?

Today, I was at my internship organization, making games for the children. There, I met a fellow volunteer, whom I thought has a story that is very inspiring.

She is a white South African who has lived in the states for 40 years. Many of the whites here have connections/families overseas, but for this women, she knew no one when she left for the states at the age of 17. That was nothing extraordinary, but her reason for leaving was. She left her home, her family and her life here, because she thought she was in such a position of privilege during the apartheid years. She couldn't stand the way the coloured and blacks were considered second and third class citizens. She couldn't stand being in areas where it was off-access to the other races.

And so, she packed her bags and left for a New York City. She didn't know anyone there, and during that time (1970s), there wasn't internet/phones to keep in touch with her family. To go through that, just because you were treated too well? I thought that was a very brave decision for her to make, and I am inspired by the humanity and conscience she has in her!

4 seasons in a day.

Cape Town's weather is one of the most unpredictable. One minute it is raining and ~wala~ the sun shines, with perhaps a rainbow in the sky. This morning, I woke up to howling winds, and my bedroom window looked like it was covered by a grey sheet of plastic. And 10 minutes later, the only remnants of the storm are the waterdroplets left on the window pane.

That is probably why a lot of people has been falling sick. I was no exception. For the past 4 days, I had been watching sunrise and sunsets, lying under the comforters in my bed. I don't get sick easily, so when I do, I feel miserable. And I had really wanted to recover, so I slept from Saturday night until Monday morning, only waking up for breakfast and a bland dinner of boiled rice and cabbage ( I felt too weak to cook anything). I went to work on Tuesday, thinking I had recovered, but I was wrong. The classroom was in a cold dark container and I started coughing again. I don't know how the students in the High School are able to handle such cold environment... But I was shivering for a couple of hours even when I returned home.

And during these times when I can't be out doing things, and when my mind is left to wander, I miss home. I am sorry you have to read this ranting, but I guess a little complaining goes a long way, especially when I have another 20 weeks before returning home for 3.

In the time that I took to type this entry, the sky has turned from light blue to overcast. I think it would start another cycle of pouring.

Housing in South Africa- Gugulethu

For the past 5 weeks that I had been here, I was convinced that South Africa was a nation, well on its path of development. There seems to be countless numbers of NGOs here, doing work related to HIV/AIDS, child abuse, education, women empowerment... etc. And considering that I live in the downtown Cape Town, a place usually occupied by tourists and retirees, I had never really seen how South Africans in Cape Town actually lived.

Of course one cannot collapse the many racial diversities into one group of "South Africans," but I was shocked, when I visited this township, called Gugu Lethu, home for Xhosa people.



The entire residential area was filled with structures like the ones in this photograph. Their houses, or "shacks" as they are called, are built with the bare mininum materials- tin sheets. Each shack is built so close to another, that at some points, I had to walk sideways to get through the path.



Each shack is no bigger than 4 by 2 meters and has a bed which is also used as a sofa for guests, a dressing table, a small television) a stove and a fridge (if the residents could afford).
This is a photo of Lulekwa's mom. (Lulekwa is the lady I met on the way back from eastern cape and she lives in the shack across from her mom with her 17 year old son and a 13 year old daughter).





The people in the Townships basically share almost all ammenities. They use public toilets like the blue ones in this photo. As for electricity, one has to buy the wires to connect the electricity main to their shacks at the risk of being stolen along the way.



Even water is shared through a communal tap. The taps are spread out, one on each road. I was told that there are times when water supply gets cut off, and so the residents are left without any water to cook or clean. However, on rainy days, they get an unwated supply of water rushing into their homes, leaving their belongings flooded.


Needless to say, people in these townships live in dire poverty. And as a result, crimes like robbery, theft and rape are not uncommon.


I thought this was an interesting picture to potray how the family structures in South African black communities are. Children make up about 50% of the population in the township, and they are all living with their mothers, who are living with their ... boyfriends. A stable married family is often the exception, in places like the township. This could point out the link between, income and education on life decisions.


And most of these single moms fell pregnant before they finish their high school education. They often dont have enough money/nutrition information to raise their children on a proper diet.This picture above is one of a convenient store in the township. It has tomatoes and cabbages, and potato chips. These food items make up their diets.





To me, it is a puzzle to how the government of South Africa could pump in millions of dollars into construction of shopping malls, development of 2010 facilities and even the battle against AIDS. Granted that the fight against such infectious disease is not an easy victory, and it has to come with much effort on all fronts, espcieally in a country such as South Africa, where one in 4 adults are infected. But unless housing and sanitation conditions for the people here are improved, it is going to be a futile effort battle AIDS, or TB, or even provide children with the education and a healthy childhood they deserve.

I spoke about this with a friend and she has told me that it has been a difficult effort to relocate the blacks here, because they have had a difficult history of being forcefully relocated in the past. But I don't think that is a good enough reason to stop giving people the most basic ammenities each person deserves, especially in a city like cape town that has much disposable wealth!

Lions Head

Lion's Head is a little hill in Cape Town.

It took us about 40 minutes to climb it. The hike was just breathtaking... Take a look for yourselves:




The path up:
It started with a gradual path, but then as it gets higher, it gets rockier, and just before we reach the summit, we were almost rock climbing!






The hiking route winds around the little hill and we got to see a 360 degree view of the town.
I guess this is when efforts for trying pays off; even if hikers don't get to the top, the journey itself is rewarding.


But it is just fantastic when we get to the top.


We (literally) chilled out for about 2 hours at the summit, waiting for the sunset view before making our way down.


Going down was more challening.


Part of the hike team: Angie, Lara, Lenard, Me and Prakriti