full moon hike!

most beautiful place on earth...

ghosts

blue blue sky

luthuli & tutu
right before the bird flew into my giant head...

will try to write more later...it's hard when internet is not easily accessible!

dancing alone. you’ve got my attention

sometimes you think you know something about something. then you get curious and your entire world slips out from beneath you... a displaced person with a nervous smile trying not to attract unwanted attention. a homeless person runs at your side, your pace quickens, unsympathetic stares from randoms passing by. what are you supposed to do. the privileged foreigner with a cold heart or a bleeding heart. i choose the latter. beneath the dirt and grime comes a small voice that could only belong to a woman. she pleads that i buy her some food at the convenience store for her and her children, a box of cereal, sugar...some milk. you avoid the cashier’s eyes. mumble a your welcome to the woman. now what. am i going to get mugged when i walk out of the store after i easily flashed my one hundred rand for a woman i don’t even know. but i do know. i know those eyes. i know that desperation. walking back on the street, feeling a bit shaky. questioning my actions. around the corner i turn and am waiting for a taxi van. and another woman approaches me. this time with child in tow. i turn around. ignoring. desperately avoiding eye contact. saying shortly i don’t have enough money to buy food for everyone on this street. she replies...sister why are you so angry? i almost cry. because i don’t know what the fuck i am supposed to do. she says i should’ve taken the receipt and opened the food so nobody could return it for the money. my heart sinks. bruised ego to think i was taken for a fast one. i feel like a stupid naive little girl. still grasping to the ideal that she is really feeding her kids as i write this. it’s not the money. it’s the humanity. but again. what the fuck do i know. she calls me sister again...wishing me a good night...and proceeds to freak out at the next couple who ignore her advances. on the ride back home there is a little baby in the van with huge eyes. so much light. so much hope. when that woman called me sister i wished i could’ve hugged her.

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Happy New Year!!!