Singing- "Because a girl like you is impossible to find,
impossible to find."
Imagine the temperatures of a Michigan summer with the daylight hours of winter. Sunrise is around 6:30, and it's pitch dark by 6:00 PM, which is one thing if i'm staying in an apartment, and another if I'm staying in Zonkizizwe. So far i've had pretty healthy sleeping habits, as far as going to sleep around nine and waking up around 5, but I really want to have those habits when i'm in Joberg.
Yesterday we went into Downtown Durban to see the touristy markets. There was probably a mile and a half of beach with a walkway, bordered by amusement parks as well as public parks, on the other side of which were vendors selling masks and beadwork and wooden animals and t-shirts and air-soft guns and everything else that tourists want to buy, "Very nice, low price". We decided that probably 90% of the materials had been manufactured in china. The possible exceptions being food, and some rather shocking remnants of apartheid. For example, in many stalls you could buy leather whipe, that may have been toys, or billy-club wooden sticks with knobs on the end. Then we saw someone selling passbooks, the ID cards that blacks had to carry at all times and produce on demand from anyone whose skin was colored on the other end of the spectrum, and get signed by their employer to visit the city, and get signed from their previous employer to move to a different employer. It was a very dark reminder of how recent apartheid law was.
Ashiq sang me a song today, and translated it after he had finished. A friend of his in high school had sung it to him at a school assembly before they had all parted ways. I love when Ashiq sings, and he loves to sing, so this arrangement works out very well.
Amandla!
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