Maputo Mozambique 2012 - 2014
When I went to Maputo in 2012 I was a typical white South African but the time there opened my eyes to the reality of life, making me realize that we are truly complaining with not bread under the arm, but cakes in both our hands.
We do not know what it is to live in a country recovering from war, a country where a shack sits next to a palace, a country where everything can be bought at a price, and most things have to be imported.
I got to understand the taxis with overloaded trailers crossing the border (I did not approve of some of the methods of obtaining the the stuff, but I understood).
I got to understood the reason for the hundreds and hundreds of water containers on those trailers.
I got to know people with nothing, trying to make something of their lives - not waiting for hand-outs!
I got to know what it is to be alone (my family was not there all the time).
I am going to post a lot of what I experienced on my blog, so do not try and look for chronology in the posts, some will follow each other, some will not.
When I went to Maputo in 2012 I was a typical white South African but the time there opened my eyes to the reality of life, making me realize that we are truly complaining with not bread under the arm, but cakes in both our hands.
I got to understand the taxis with overloaded trailers crossing the border (I did not approve of some of the methods of obtaining the the stuff, but I understood).
I got to understood the reason for the hundreds and hundreds of water containers on those trailers.
I got to know people with nothing, trying to make something of their lives - not waiting for hand-outs!
I got to know what it is to be alone (my family was not there all the time).
I am going to post a lot of what I experienced on my blog, so do not try and look for chronology in the posts, some will follow each other, some will not.
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