Durban1

I was walking around a dodgy area in Durban hearing children crying in each and every building I passed by. I went inside one of the buildings. I saw a children lying peacefully on the floor. The bright light coming from the big window shone on them. A women came out.

“Hello, Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Sipho Mpongo from Cape Town. I’m an anthropologist going around the country for six months looking at the social dynamics of the young people in South Africa, I was walking around this area and noticed most of the buildings have crying babies”

“It’s a creche.”

“Oh, no wonder I’ve been hearing crying babies while walking, Can I get inside and look around?”

“No you can’t, come back at 1pm when the boss is back.”

I walked away helplessly thinking how those children were crammed in that room with no facilities that shows it’s a creche. The women I spoke with was shocked by my visit. Those children all looked foreign.

As I stepped out of the building I noticed a few foreign guys looking at me. Luckily, I bumped to my previous school mate, Hloni. It was quite bizarre seeing him in such dodgy area in Durban. ” Haybo Bruce, funa ntoni apha” he said. I told him about the project and he concluded that he is studying in that area and has left Cape Town a while ago.

I was feeling all hyped about the unexpected occurrence and then a young man came to me, ” hey what you doing?”

“I’m Sipho Mpongo from Cape Town. I’m an anthropologist going around the country for six months looking at the social dynamics of the young people in South Africa.”

“Oh, I stayed in Cape Town also, in Woodstock.”

“What brings you here, are you studying?”

“No, I’m working here, I have to go back to work now.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”