I walked down the street. A lot of people stared at me because, I am white, I was different. The Township was the really poor and murky environment. I was looked at a house, it looked completely decrepit. A man came up to me, we started to talk. He told of his childhood, as only 10 years old he lost his father to war. His mother died just 5 years later and then he took care of the family. He has 10 siblings to take care of. By the way, his name was Kojo was 23 years old and has a wife and a child. Kojo lived before, with his family, out in the middle of nothing, had only the money to get food and water so they could survive. Today they live in Township in Langa a suburb of Cape Town. Kojo is very grateful to be able to live there today. “Here is the peace we have a roof over our heads. Many people think it's very bad to live here, but I was used to something worse. I love living here, with my family.” I can't understand that he thinks this place is good. It looks like, without being evil, shit. I'm used to a big house with heat and all the food I can eat. It's completely different here, in fact, the opposite. You live with the entire family inside a small house, no heat and a bit of food every day. I get a bad conscience, there are so many things I takeing forgiven that there are so many others there can use, e.g these people. I say goodbye, and give Kojo some money, when he was so sweet and would tell about him. As I'm heading home, I think about how hard it must have been for Kojo to grow up. That he was only 15 years old should take care of all his siblings. Had to find food and shelter, eventually, they came to Langa where they found a place to live. More food they could eat and Kojo could get help looking after his family. I was grateful to be able to talk to Kojo and learn something about his upbringing and how different we have grown up. I'm glad I chose to go down here on my day off. I learned something and felt many things throughout the day.
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