In South Africa, the term township usually refers to the often underdeveloped urban living areas that, under Apartheid, were reserved for non-whites - blacks and coloreds. Informal settlements are also known as squatter camps. These mostly exist only in the black areas. These are areas where people literally have "squatted" on a piece of land. They build shacks right up next to each other and can sometimes create quite a large community. There can be 1000's of shacks made out of just about anything including scrap metal, plywood, and plastic. Many of them are one room - about the size of my parents bathroom. Some have electricity and some do not. When you walk down the rows of shacks you must duck your head and watch out for the power lines. Most of them do not have running water. In fact many do not even have out houses. They use a bucket system. The buckets are then collected once or twice a week.
Monday night I had quite an experience with James and Janet from Metro Kids. I went with James, Janet, and Mabha to KTC after dark. KTC is one of if not the most dangerous place in Cape Town. I believe it is the gun crime capital of the world. For those of you that went on the trip back in November, KTC is where we did SideWalk on Friday - where the riots broke out giving away the back packs.
I had first been with James and Janet at a Metro Kids leadership meeting. We met at Kinyisa Church with all of the student SideWalk leaders. ( I will write more about that later.) During the meeting Janet received an SMS (aka text) from a lady, Z, whose sons come to Sidewalk in KTC. Janet has gotten to know her recently and is even doing a story on her. She is a single mother living off of the child grants she gets from the government totaling R460 per month. Using an $8 exchange rate that equals out to less than $60 per month - just to put it in perspective. She is also living with HIV and is very outspoken about it. This is something that is incredible because in South Africa most people who are HIV are very hush hush. Z sms'd Janet to ask her and James to come pray for her friend T - who is HIV + and is very sick. At first they were not going to go because they thought it might be too late - but I am so grateful they did. They would not have gone had Mabha not been with them.
As we were driving though Guguletu and KTC to where we were going you could here the kids yelling "James" "Sidewalk". It is really amazing to see the impact/influence he has on the children in these communities. We arrived at the Red Coca-Cola sign which was the landmark Janet and Mabha knew to know which row to walk down. As we parked - Mabha staked everything out for us. We then walked down the dark isle to Z's shack. There I met her two boys and then she led us on to T's shack. T lives in a 1 room shack maybe the size of the bedroom I grew up in. there are two beds in the corner right next to each other - that she and her 3 sons share and then the other side is the kitchen. There was no electricity. The only light was from an oil lamp and the heat came from a propane gas heater. T was lying there on the bed very very ill. Z had just taken here to the hospital on Sunday and they discharged her. She could not even walk. James and Janet both sat with her and prayed. I stood with T's youngest son and listened to them pray. Then Mahba prayed in Xhosa. After about 20 minutes of praying Janet asked T if she knew Jesus and - to which she nodded her head. Then Z told us about her plans to take her back to the hospital on Tuesday. Z and her son walked us back to Jame's com-v. I asked James if this is something he does often and he replied no - not at all - it's really not that safe. In the car on the way back to Goodwood I asked about the buckets and he explained it all to me. He then said, "You don't get to see this kind of stuff on a mission trip." He was so right. I am so thankful for the experiences I have had here. We then also pondered why was I born into the family I was born into and why have I been blessed with so much - and why were those boys or Z or T born into the situation they were. The only answer we could come up with was that since we have been born into such blessed families and been blessed with so much - that we are the ones that are supposed to reach out and minister to those less fortunate.
Below is a picture from KTC - this is from Section 4 - one of the poorest areas. This picture was taken back in July when we went around giving away oranges. I just wanted you all to see the shacks I have been trying to describe.
I hope you have enjoyed hearing about this experience. As far as everythin else goes - I'm doing well. I have extended my trip for those of you that don't know. I am now staying until 16 Sept. Please pray as I prepare to come back to the US. I am having a really hard time as I feel I really have nothing to come home to - in terms of a job ect. Thank you all for your continued prayer and support. Talk to you soon!