Peace all,
Last weekend, my program scheduled a Township Tour to a town called Khayelitsha. Khayelitsha is the second biggest Township in South Africa after Soweto. At first, a few of my friends and I were a bit hesitant to attend this trip. Our idea of a township tour was one that took foreigners, in larger groups, to tour what poverty looks like. We didn’t want to exploit the people in the township, so we decided to opt out. I really hate seeing pictures from foreigners who would come to Africa to capture people living in poverty. I find it very disrespectful that people would take photos of those in poverty and not get a chance to know who the people are in those photos. I think it is vital to know the stories behind the pictures taken. Seeing that the tour was only three hours, I knew that we wouldn’t get a chance to actually interact with the people in the township and I wasn’t in the mood to hear the flashing of cameras from the tour group.
Before the bus departed for the tour, my friends and I had to ask the tour guide what the tour actually entailed. He told us that we would 1) visit a school in the township and have the opportunity to meet the principle and some of the students. 2) Take a bus tour to the different parts of the township. 3) Have lunch at a local restaurant. His description of the tour didn’t seem as bad as I thought, so my friends and I decided to take the chance to see for ourselves—It was the best decision that I had made.
The principle gave us some background history about township schools: the lack of trained teachers, textbooks, and support from government officials. This to me was synonymous to Public schools in inner cities in America. Once again Black people always get the short end of the stick! He always told us about the poverty in Khayelitsha and how it affects the students from learning. Some of the students would come to school hungry or with uniforms that no longer fit. The principle, who has dedicated his life to higher education in townships, has pushed for the government to provide breakfast and lunch to high school students. Can you imagine being in school for 7 hours hungry? Can you imagine trying to function on an empty stomach for more than 2 days? The very poor parts of Khayelitsha, where most of the students live, lack adequate sanitation facilities that affect both health and exposure to crime.
After the heart breaking/uplifting talk about this particular school in Khayelitsha, we had the chance to meet some of the students who are involved in the arts and culture department of the school. The students performed for us and we were able to learn some new South African dance moves while there.
View the videos.
More on Khayelitsha when I return!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Minibus Experience
Peace good people
It has been way too long since I have updated you all on my experiences here in South Africa.
3 weeks ago, I had the opportunity to take a ride in a minibus taxi. One of the first warnings I received prior to my arrival was to stay away from the minibuses in South Africa.
But for a truly African experience, and for those on a tight budget, minibus taxis would be the first choice. During the day it only cost 5 Rands, 67 cents US, to get around town quickly (too quickly for some). The taxi is operated by the driver and the drivers’ assistant. The assistant is the one who jumps out of the taxi shouting out the destination of the bus and calling people on board. Every morning I wake up to the noises of the assistant, most of them are yelling “Cape Town” or “Clarmont” in a “Colourd” accent. The assistant’s goal is to over pack the bus to its maximum capacity in order to maximize profits.
Once you hop in, the adventure begins. Last week, the bus was so packed I had to sit on top of an older women. At first I was hesitant and a bit uncomfortable about that, but she insisted. From her gesture and command I knew that this women was use to riding these mini taxi and offering her lab as a sit when the buses get packed.
There are all sorts of conversations being shared on the taxi: the latest gossips, people complaining about moral degeneration, or simply singing along with the music pumping loud in the background.
Riding the mini taxis is one of the closest ways to mix with ordinary people. But use of the taxi system for anything other than a short drive might be very dangerous. It is best to use the taxis in the day when there are tons of people riding to the same destination.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Crunch Time
Hey everyone!
For the past week in a half I have been studying for my midterm exams. I am sorry that I have not been able to update you all on my weekly adventures. I will make sure to post 2 new blogs about my recent experiences next week. Please stay tuned!
Love,
Sabrina
For the past week in a half I have been studying for my midterm exams. I am sorry that I have not been able to update you all on my weekly adventures. I will make sure to post 2 new blogs about my recent experiences next week. Please stay tuned!
Love,
Sabrina
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Spread of HIV and the fight for Human Rights
For the past few months I have had the slightest inclination to follow televised entertainment, but for some reason I turned on the television today. While flipping through the channels, I happened to turn to the local news station where I heard one of the most unsettling news of the day. It was reported that a 46-year-old woman, mother of 3, was rapped twice in one month because she is a Lesbian. The woman later found out that she contracted the HIV virus. The woman, who was married for 15 years, came out about her sexuality to her husband 2 months ago. In an attempt to “teach” his wife a lesson, the woman’s husband hired 2 guys to rape her. Rape is on the rise in South Africa and it is also one of the main causes of the spread of HIV/ AIDS virus.
Although Cape Town is one of the safest places for the homosexual community, there is a stigma, throughout South Africa, about homosexuality. Despite the modernized infrastructure and westernized influences, traditional roots and lifestyles still permeates the South African society. It is terrifying for a homosexual couple to live freely. There is a constant sense of fear that lingers within.
At UCT, student organizations such as the “Social Justice Coalition,” the “Coalition to End Discrimination,” and “RainbowUCT” all fight for the rights of the homosexual community. Currently, all three groups are fighting for Ugandan gay rights. In Uganda, there is an anti-homosexual bill that is pending to be approved. Students are protesting against the human rights violations that are plaguing the homosexual community in Uganda. One of the country’s representatives believes that “homosexuality constitutes a threat to the traditional family.” Hate crimes, in its physical, mental, and political form negatively impact communities. Education and awareness may not be enough to reform the stigmas that are rooted here in South Africa and in many societies that are facing similar violations to human rights.
Although Cape Town is one of the safest places for the homosexual community, there is a stigma, throughout South Africa, about homosexuality. Despite the modernized infrastructure and westernized influences, traditional roots and lifestyles still permeates the South African society. It is terrifying for a homosexual couple to live freely. There is a constant sense of fear that lingers within.
At UCT, student organizations such as the “Social Justice Coalition,” the “Coalition to End Discrimination,” and “RainbowUCT” all fight for the rights of the homosexual community. Currently, all three groups are fighting for Ugandan gay rights. In Uganda, there is an anti-homosexual bill that is pending to be approved. Students are protesting against the human rights violations that are plaguing the homosexual community in Uganda. One of the country’s representatives believes that “homosexuality constitutes a threat to the traditional family.” Hate crimes, in its physical, mental, and political form negatively impact communities. Education and awareness may not be enough to reform the stigmas that are rooted here in South Africa and in many societies that are facing similar violations to human rights.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Rugby Game: Cape Town Vs. Australia
I went to a Rugby game this weekend. I walked in knowing absolutely nothing about Rugby and I walked out knowing tons about the game. It was a very good experience I had a good time with everyone around me. The stadium was LIVE! (See pictures).
“Dark and Lovely:” A trip to the hair Salon
Today I made a trip to “Dark and Lovely,” a local hair Salon in Cape Town. I have decided to make my transition from relaxed to natural hair through braids; this way, my hair wouldn’t look so crazy while I am transitioning. I wanted to get micro braids to start off, but I didn’t want the braids to be too thin because it’s a pain to take them out. I asked the hair stylist to give me medium sized micro braids (see pictures above). My hair only took 2 ½ hour to complete. I’ve never heard of that before!
What I found interesting about hair Salon’s in Cape Town is the mixture of men and women stylists. It’s common to misidentify these salons as unisex; however, the salons are designed to be suitable for just women. Barbershops are often located next door to or near by. The women at these salons are mostly trained professionals in braids, twists, and dreads, while the men are usually the ones to do relaxers and roller sets. I found that very interesting because in the states, particularly Boston, there are very few men who are professional stylist in Salon’s.
While at “Dark and Lovely,” a few “bootleggers” came into the shop to sell all sorts of products. One lady, in particular, came in with a bag full of clothes. She was selling leather pants and fur jackets. My first thought was, “WHAT! This is South Africa, people will be hot in these outfits!” The woman’s tagline surprised me the most. She kept saying, “If you buy these leather pants and fur coat, people will mistaken you for an American. Everyone in America is wear this today.” I sat quietly and laughed to myself, because I knew that leather pants were out of fashion since the late 1990s. I am so happy that no one in the Salon fell for her tagline. lol
I really like “Dark and Lovely.” I might have to come back to get some new braids in 6 to 8 weeks. Did I mention that it only cost me 300 Rands, which is equivalent to $40 dollars! With the hair included! The stylist provided me with the hair. I love South Africa.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The conflicts of my HAIR!!!
“I love your hair, it’s so beautiful! How do you get it to flow like that?”
Over the past few weeks in Cape Town I have been approached, almost everyday, by Black South African women who would comment on the texture and style of my hair. In the beginning, I was flattered by the attention given by so many South Africans. I felt as though I have been doing something right to draw the attention of so many people. After a week of the comments and the constant approaches, I began to analyze the meaning behind my hair and the comments that I have been receiving. I have concluded, that “Good Hair” is a term and an ideology that travels beyond the Western culture for Black people.
Often, we concentrate on the application of products to make our hair look and feel soft, shiny and strong. The acceptable look for Black women’s hair in any society is of a straight and “flowy” texture: either you have it—hair that does not need to be straightened and just simply grow—or you didn’t. In South Africa, many women wear their hair natural: short (like a boyish cut), coursed and spiked, or dreaded. Other hairstyles include micro or cornrowed braids. There are also some who wear their hair relaxed as mine, but it is often not “flowy.“ This is because South African women would relax their hair and drown their scalp with grease. I often wash, blow dry, and press my hair; once completed, I would add a bit of oil sheen for the shine. This in turn makes my hair to flow “naturally” when the wind blows because it is not heavily dense with grease.
No matter your ethnicity, hair is very important for most women. Whether it’s using chemical relaxer, dying or bleaching your hair, or refusing to cut your hair because its length has become a protective shield to you – hair has meaning for us females.
Being asked about my hair everyday has made me realize how much I actually HATE my relaxed hair! Don’t get me wrong; I think my hair is very pretty relaxed. I relax my hair because I like the way it suites my face. In America, I am aware that Black beauty equates to having long straight hair, but being in South Africa has brought this ideology to the forefront. In America, I can ignore the deep implications of “Good Hair” and the aspirations to attain such hair. In the Black/African American community there is an unspoken acceptance to associate beauty with relaxed hair. I am not sure if I can fully accept or live with the connotations of having relaxed hair! Being in South Africa has really made me feel ashamed of my hair. Let me explain:
The Black aesthetic and the definition of Black beauty is rooted in hair. I want to define myself and affirm my identity in the face of the legacy of cultural aggression and forced impressions of beauty in society at large. African features, those characteristics that distinguish Blacks from Euro-ethnics, were considered "ugly." The dark skin, thick lips, broad nose and of course the "nappy" hair were considered badges of inferiority!
Too often, I hear Black South African women hoping and wanting for their children to have “Good hair.” This is a form of marginalization and fettered thoughts of natural Black beauty. I envy South African women who wear their hair naturally. I long to reach a position where I can wear my hair in its natural form and not be judged or dismissed by my community, family and friends. Natural is so beautiful to me, but I am at a stage in my life where I must consider how I would be perceived in corporate America, and simply in the eyes of others. From my own analysis, I can draw the conclusion that my self-esteem, like many, is wrapped up in my hair!
This has become a personal conflict that I have been thinking deeply about while in South Africa. I believe that I am in a stage of transition. I no longer want to neglect or abuse my natural hair with the “creamy crack” product, as Chris Rock has expressively put it..lol. I have made the decision to go natural. I don’t even remember what my natural hair looks like, as sad as that may sound. Today, Friday Febraury 13, 2010. I am currently in transition. I really hope this works out for me. Figuring out who I am has been one of my biggest challenges in South Africa.
Over the past few weeks in Cape Town I have been approached, almost everyday, by Black South African women who would comment on the texture and style of my hair. In the beginning, I was flattered by the attention given by so many South Africans. I felt as though I have been doing something right to draw the attention of so many people. After a week of the comments and the constant approaches, I began to analyze the meaning behind my hair and the comments that I have been receiving. I have concluded, that “Good Hair” is a term and an ideology that travels beyond the Western culture for Black people.
Often, we concentrate on the application of products to make our hair look and feel soft, shiny and strong. The acceptable look for Black women’s hair in any society is of a straight and “flowy” texture: either you have it—hair that does not need to be straightened and just simply grow—or you didn’t. In South Africa, many women wear their hair natural: short (like a boyish cut), coursed and spiked, or dreaded. Other hairstyles include micro or cornrowed braids. There are also some who wear their hair relaxed as mine, but it is often not “flowy.“ This is because South African women would relax their hair and drown their scalp with grease. I often wash, blow dry, and press my hair; once completed, I would add a bit of oil sheen for the shine. This in turn makes my hair to flow “naturally” when the wind blows because it is not heavily dense with grease.
No matter your ethnicity, hair is very important for most women. Whether it’s using chemical relaxer, dying or bleaching your hair, or refusing to cut your hair because its length has become a protective shield to you – hair has meaning for us females.
Being asked about my hair everyday has made me realize how much I actually HATE my relaxed hair! Don’t get me wrong; I think my hair is very pretty relaxed. I relax my hair because I like the way it suites my face. In America, I am aware that Black beauty equates to having long straight hair, but being in South Africa has brought this ideology to the forefront. In America, I can ignore the deep implications of “Good Hair” and the aspirations to attain such hair. In the Black/African American community there is an unspoken acceptance to associate beauty with relaxed hair. I am not sure if I can fully accept or live with the connotations of having relaxed hair! Being in South Africa has really made me feel ashamed of my hair. Let me explain:
The Black aesthetic and the definition of Black beauty is rooted in hair. I want to define myself and affirm my identity in the face of the legacy of cultural aggression and forced impressions of beauty in society at large. African features, those characteristics that distinguish Blacks from Euro-ethnics, were considered "ugly." The dark skin, thick lips, broad nose and of course the "nappy" hair were considered badges of inferiority!
Too often, I hear Black South African women hoping and wanting for their children to have “Good hair.” This is a form of marginalization and fettered thoughts of natural Black beauty. I envy South African women who wear their hair naturally. I long to reach a position where I can wear my hair in its natural form and not be judged or dismissed by my community, family and friends. Natural is so beautiful to me, but I am at a stage in my life where I must consider how I would be perceived in corporate America, and simply in the eyes of others. From my own analysis, I can draw the conclusion that my self-esteem, like many, is wrapped up in my hair!
This has become a personal conflict that I have been thinking deeply about while in South Africa. I believe that I am in a stage of transition. I no longer want to neglect or abuse my natural hair with the “creamy crack” product, as Chris Rock has expressively put it..lol. I have made the decision to go natural. I don’t even remember what my natural hair looks like, as sad as that may sound. Today, Friday Febraury 13, 2010. I am currently in transition. I really hope this works out for me. Figuring out who I am has been one of my biggest challenges in South Africa.
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