This was our first day at Manenberg Primary school; the
reason that we ventured so far to South Africa.
Before I start to describe my day,
it’s best to give some background about Manenberg. The city of Cape Town is
segregated. Although apartheid ended over 20 years ago, race still dictates most
individual’s standard of living. The city centre of Cape Town is predominantly
White European and has a population of around a half a million. The suburbs
around Cape Town, called Townships, house upwards of 5 million individuals,
mostly people of color. Manenberg is one of these Townships and the school is
specifically in a Black Township.
This area of Manenberg is known of
gang violence. There are a few gangs but the main two are the Americans and the
HL’s. (which stands for Hard Livin’) These gangs are active in the community
that Manenberg Primary school is located. Many kids have seen people be shot or
stabbed and can hear gunfire from their homes. Luckily, there seemed to be a lack
of gun violence or a cease-fire at the moment. The school and the playground are the safest spaces for
children to be in. An organization, SHAWCO, has come into a few of these
townships communities. There is a SHAWCO office in the Manenberg Primary school
and it has done wonderful things for children who get involved. SHAWCO is run through
the University of Cape Town, but since it is the holiday season as well as
summer break, we wanted to step in a be a presence.
I did not know what to expect when
going to the school. Media in America portrays a picture of ‘poor African
children’. These images include children who have bloated stomachs from a lack
of food, water, and in need of medical attention. These images portray uneducated and
unmotivated individuals. These images show hopelessness.
When we arrived, I was worried that
Jamie, Brent, and myself would not be embraced due to our skin color and
limited time in Manenberg (2 weeks). I never want to be that ‘Savior Social
Worker’ that comes into a community to “fix” their problems then disappear.
That is not helpful in any way. The way to work with a community is to talk
with the individuals that live there. No one knows their needs like the locals
do. Luckily we had some lovely young ladies, Felicia and Sharnay, that were
able to provide this perspective for us. My worries about not being accepted
were quickly gone. Within 5 minutes, we were all holding 3 children. I have
never been given so many hugs and so much attention than at Manenberg.
Introductions to the school staff
took place and they were also happy to see us. School was ending the next day
and they were a little confused to why we were there at that moment because
volunteers typically come and help at the school. But we were specifically
looking to work with the SHAWCO Little Star program. This is a program that
works with younger kids after school. These children stay on the school grounds
in hopes to learn as much as possible.
The day continued and mostly
consisted of meeting all the children and learning what a typical day looks
like for the Little Star program. There is a lot of playing in the school yard,
arts/crafts, cuddles with adults, school lessons, and snack time! My lack of
Afrikaans created a large communication gap. Thankfully the children are
intelligent and can speak English. This still did not help with the
pronunciation of their names. I just can’t roll my R’s.
The first day instilled excitement for the rest of the trip.
Although it did wipe the energy right out of me. A nap
ensued.
On a side note:
We went out to dinner that evening. The 4 of us love spring
rolls and order them whenever we can. The place we went to dinner had spring
rolls so we ordered them as an appetizer. The server asked how many we would
like, we replied 4 spring rolls. Moments later, he brings out 4 orders of 4
spring rolls and an Apple Teazer drink. We learned to specify our dinner order
and to say ‘Starter’ and not ‘Appetizer’. It's small cultural differences that make you to truly be mindful of what you are saying.
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