Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I'd looked forward to our meeting with Lindiwe Mazibuko since the first moment I read about her - this woman is impressive. She's my age (or younger, depending on whether you trust Wikipedia or other sources) and is already a dynamic force in South Africa's opposition party despite the fact that she did not start her youth with a political focus. Her college studies started with music and through a fateful combination of boredom, travel and academic research, she ended up here...as the Democratic Alliance's Parliamentary Leader.
Monday, September 24, 2012
We had far more questions than we did time, and it was at this point that I accepted our meetings would always end this way: quickly clasped hands, apologies for rushing to the next meeting, paper cut-inducing exchanges of business cards with attendees, and sincere promises that more questions and answers would be forthcoming via e-mail when we got home.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
This is not a feminist organization; Jennifer’s fight is just to get basic human rights and freedoms for South African women. Prosecuting rapists, ensuring that inheritances go to female designees rather than being diverted to distant male relatives, preventing women from being caught in fights between father and abusive, unfaithful husband over whether the bride price, or “lobolo,” after she had the courage to leave the bad marriage. I’m overwhelmed by the work Jennifer and her team must tackle, but her passion is not deterred by her daunting tasks. She delved into a new case with a young woman before we had even made it to the door.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
The stairway alone was an international experience. People from around the world gathered against the rock-covered walls to snap photos and marvel…or just to hide the fact that they had lost their breath on the steep stairs. Each stop provided an increasingly better view of the ocean below.
An even rockier coast waited on the other side of the lighthouse,
There weren’t any international friends here – no one else seemed to understand the deserted potential of this path except for the black lizards that congregated on sunny rocks.
We didn't walk all the way to the point of the Cape because the rest of the group was waiting, so I made the most of every moment on the walk back. Birds singing, mysterious animal droppings littering the path (we hoped it was babboons) and the distant crash of the ocean waves below made it pleasant, to say the least.