Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Homestead and Project Lungisela

On Tuesday I got to visit another site in Khayelitsha for work. I went to this place called Homestead, which serves as a home for boys who previously lived on the streets in Cape Town. After living on the streets and in shelters, Homestead offers them a place where they are given a bed, food, and adult support from the staff. After two years living there, the boy’s situation is reassessed to see if their home has improved or if there are other options for them. If there is not, they can stay for two more years before being assessed again. They boys can only stay there until they are 18 though, and this is where Mamelani is involved. Mamelani works with boys who are towards the end of their time allowed there (17 years old or so) as well as those who have just moved out. This is the Project Lungisela that I learned about on my first day of work.

I got to sit in on a meeting they had for about 6 of the guys in the project. They all went around and talked about good things that had happened in their lives in the past week, some of the things they wanted to work on in the next year, and what they felt was their biggest challenge.

They all were very open (even with me there!) and you could really feel how great of a program this was for the guys. The group serves as such an incredible source of support for them and a way to be able to grow in their lives when it is so easy to just sit back and let life happen to them instead of taking some control over it. They all seem to want so much for their lives but the circumstances in which they have been placed in, community influences etc, have created so many barriers. Clinton and Gerald provide these guys with not only positive adult influences who they can go to with their problems, but people who are there to provide the tools and direction these guys need to go forward with their lives. Right now they are working to create individual plans with each guy for the year. These plans are very detailed and include set timelines for goals to be met so that the guys are held accountable. They also include individualized goals and the ways that they plan to reach these goals. Most of them included getting a job as one of their goals—followed with a step by step plan of what they must do to try and achieve this—but some of the other goals were more personal like one boy said he wanted to get to know himself better over the next year. With Gerald’s help, they decided that he would keep a journal, beginning Monday, that he could read over to help to achieve this goal.

Setting goals for the year (as well as long term goals like what do you want to do/be in the next ten years) is good for the guys in getting them to think about the bigger picture of life and setting up detailed plans to achieve these goals make them achievable and more concrete.

As they met individually with the guys to make these plans, I was taken on a tour of Homestead by a kid named Cairo (or something along that line…I’m still trying to understand the accent). There are about 60 boys living in the home and there are maybe like 6 different dorms (rooms) with bunk beds for the boys. Each dorm has a leader (one or two) that is an older boy and is in charge of the room. Some of the rooms have pictures hung on the wall. One room Cairo said all the boys like soccer and rugby so the wall was covered in magazine pictures of soccer and rugby players. Another room I noticed there was a bed along the wall that had magazine and calendar pictures of girls in swimsuits. It reminded me of my friends’ rooms in middle school and high school. Boys are boys no matter where you go around the world.

Aside from offices, there is also a kitchen, dining room, tv room and laundry room inside the house. Outside they have a garden in front, and in the back yard they have a lawn to play soccer, a cement patio and wall where they play soccer or some game with a tennis ball and a structure where I guess they have punching bags up sometime for muay thai training. It seemed like a really cool place for the guys.

Cairo has been living at homestead for six years he said. I asked him how old he was and he said 17—he looked like he was 14 though. He asked how old I was and when I said 21 he was surprised and said I looked young (shooooot…boy was tryin’ to get some). He also asked if I had aboyfriend and proceeded to tell me how in South Africa age was not important. So anyways, I’m shacking up in a boys home with my new 17 year old boy Cairo. He was wearing these white thick framed plastic sunglasses with the lenses popped out and had one headphone in the whole time listening to music, and occasionally mouthing along to what I assumed was Neo after he told me that was his favourite singer. A couple times he would go to talk with a friend or something and when I went back into the room to sit in on a talk Gerald was having with one of the guys, Cairo would come back and stand at the door waiting for me to come back out. It was really cute.

I was talking with one of the older guys as we waited for them to finish up the meetings and he was asking me questions about America and stuff. One of the things he asked me was if we have shacks like they do. Looking outside the window, I saw a world of homes in conditions that if people lived in them in the States we would consider that person homeless. I said there weren’t very many. I didn’t know how or want to tell him that nothing like Khayelitsha exists in the States. In all fairness I know there are places of extreme poverty at home, I just haven’t experienced it and for that I know I am truly lucky. He went on to say yeah, and that he knew it was a lot about the government in South Africa. They have just finished this 6 billion dollar soccer stadium and yet driving through Khayelitsha you wouldn’t believe the way that people have to live. The priorities are truly skewed. The millions of people who watch the world cup will see the wonderful stadium, the gorgeous beaches and mountains that surround it, but they will never see the people of South Africa living just outside the city who are barely able to survive.

Reload and Mzoli's round 2

::flash back for a continuation of Friday night::

After getting back from hiking, and still feelin’ the buzz of our mojitos, we were ready to go out. So we did. Later on in the night (we had separated from some of our housemates) Liz and I got a call telling us to meet everyone at this place called Reload down the street, where there was apparently a crazy dance party going on. Our roommate Phumudzo came and met us back at the house and we headed over with our friends Alec, Stephen and Yunus. It ended up being the best night out so far! Liz, Ashley (our other housemate) and I were the only white girls in the packed bar/club where crazy awesome African hip hop/dance music was blaring and every single person in this little place was jammed together dancing their hearts out. It was incredible and so much fun! We left at about 4:30 am sweaty and danced our way home deciding we were going there every weekend from here on out. Ammaaaazzziiiinnnggg.

::flash forward to Saturday::

Woke up at 10 am. Tired. We had made plans with Andrew the day before to go to Mzoli’s again with him so that was the plan. Despite our hangovers and lack of sleep that’s what we would do. Rally and get ready for another party. (life’s exhausting over here I tell ya!)

This time we went with a much bigger group (we’ve gotten quite a few new interns since the last time we went), and when we got there, there was no dj! Without house music shaking your entire body as you eat, I was worried this time wouldn’t be as good as the last. We got our beer, got our food (soooooo freeeaakkkiing delicious!) and finished still hoping a dj would show up. Mzoli’s didn't disappoint, and although it was after we had finished eating, a dj soon showed up ready to get people up dancing. It was exactly what we needed to energize us and get us going after still feeling the effects of the previous night.

Struggling a little more than last time to get through the beer, I found myself watching everyone around me a lot more. Mzoli’s is this incredible event every weekend. People are dressed in their hippest gear, posted in the street drinking, eating, talking and dancing. Dancing like I have never seen anyone dance before. Everyone has the best moves in the world and are able to move their bodies in ways I could never even dream of! These three little boys came by us and started busting out incredible dance moves. They were probably like 8 years old, pulling out Michael Jackson’s best foot moves and even gracing us with an epic crotch grab here and there! Dancing is such a big part of African culture so kids are basically born dancing and you could really see that in these boys. Everyone circled around them and by the time we finally left they had collected quite a bit of money. I would have paid big bucks to see these little boys though, and they totally deserved it. Seriously the best dancing I have ever seen!

When we left we decided we were going to take power naps and then wake up and try to go to reload again. 10:30. that’s when I would wake up. 10:30 came, I laid in bed listening to see if anyone else was up. Reset my alarm for 11. 11:00 came, opened my door, all the lights in the house were out and nobody made a sound.

Reload and Mzoli’s had beaten us down. Saturday night would be a night of 12+ hours of sleep and that was ok with me.

Boomslang Cave



Friday afternoon the VAC team hopped a train and headed for Kalk Bay to hike the Boomslang Caves. Kalk Bay is on the other side of the cape, where the water is warmer and the beaches are less crowded (maybe bigger…which could explain them feeling less crowded). Needless to say, the beaches over towards Simon’s Town (in the opposite direction from Cape Town) have become my favourite. Annyyywaayyysss there was a huge group of us cos a bunch of Americans have come over to start their study abroad at UCT (University of Cape Town) and they have some connection to Oliver and Sean (the directors of VAC) I think because during their time here they go to school full time and get set up with a part time internship. Regardless, they came on the hike with us. ((haha sorry this is like the most rambled blog entry yet))

The hike up to the caves took about an hour and once again, as always, was seriously gorgeous! The views were especially pretty because it was right along the beach. Once we got up to the caves we tried to get the flash light (or torch as they call them here) situation sorted out. Only a few people had flash lights so there was like one for every five people…the rest of us had our cell phones (proving to be pretty inaffective).

We got on all fours and headed in to the small entrance of the cave. It was completely dark in there and without a flashlight immediately in front of me it was a little scary trying to ‘nam crawl my way through without hitting my head on any rocks. After a short while we finally reached an area where we could start to make our way into a standing position. Soon enough we were in this huge opening in the cave big enough for everyone to stand and walk around. It was still pitch black (duh, it’s a cave) but there were candles set up around in that area to light and make it easier to see your way around. We hung out in there for a bit then headed towards the exit (luckily big enough to be able to walk the entire way instead of crawling) ooing and awing at all the awesome rock formations around us. As we exited the cave there was seriously the most gorgeous view (I know, I know, you get it, it’s pretty here) of Simon’s town and the beach!

We followed Sean and Carsten down the mountain…the alleged short-cut, which ended up being a hike through the bush. My friend Liz was right behind them and kept hearing them be like, shoot this is the way we always go that ends up being wrong, oh well. We were off the trail, pushing our way through prickly bushes and around trees and twigs not wanting to be pushed out of the way. After a lot of “ouch” and “shit, watch out for this branch” and marco, polos to try and find which direction they went, we finally connected up with the path that led to the road. An hour later, our legs scratched raw and them laughing at leading us in totally the wrong direction, we figured out it was no short cut.

The whole way down we kept reminding ourselves that Cape to Cuba was our next destination…nothing would make this worth it but some mojitos. As we sat there sipping our incredible drinks in the beach front, Cuban-esque cabana, I decided that I love this place…and mojitos.