This weekend sure was something. While hate crimes towards those within the LGBTI community is a major problem in Johannesburg, most of it occurs within a certain demography - the South African township. Referencing from the testimonies I've recorded of my coworkers, the words of
gay and
lesbian belong to this foreign terminology throughout a child's upbringing that was neither used or permitted for practice. In townships, it was just assumed you would marry the opposite sex. The Christian church plays a heavy role in these townships - as we have heard, seen, and visited this weekend in Soweto. In fact, Joe and I were noticed in the first church we visited, taken by the hand, brought forth in front of this 100-person audience, introduced, and inducted into the Methodist society with the entire service as our witness. I was so shocked about how quickly we got sucked into the institution. They even sang a Zulu song to us. Yes, the church (if not the most important player) than the second vital asset to keep up in the game. If you're not playing by the church's rules, you'll face the penalties.
Methodist Church members who welcomed with open arms and song.
Kids at play in Soweto streets.
Hanging outside house that is guarded by cheaper fencing.
In solitude.
Solution for the one-woman heavy-load carrier.
Looking dry, maybe feeling dry.
Using resources, being smart. Fence made out of cars.
These kids told me that they love bologna. I have three more weeks - I'm completely saddened by it. Wish I could stay longer.
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