Ernest Mngomeni
Natalie Naude Natalie Naude

Ernest Mngomeni

“Growing up it was just me and my mom. She was away during the week with the family she worked for in the suburbs. Sometimes she wouldn’t come home for the weekend. And then it would just be me. On my own most of the time.”

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Lillian Makoatle
Natalie Naude Natalie Naude

Lillian Makoatle

Determined to change culture and environments around her, she carries authority, embodies calm, is a formidable presence for troublemakers, but a gentle presence for those in need of nurture and care.

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Baba Ntshingila
Natalie Naude Natalie Naude

Baba Ntshingila

Baba Ntshingila yearns for all to reach their roots down deep into the well that fuels him, to not settle for anything less. To understand and turn away from all the quick and cheap temptations that will serve to destroy and not create.

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Sma Mlawu had a dream.
Natalie Naude Natalie Naude

Sma Mlawu had a dream.

Sma Mlawu had a dream. Well maybe it was her moms dream. “Walk like a doctor” her mom would say. Maybe it doesn’t matter whose dream it was. What mattered was that this young girl, the sixth child, whose family at times had learnt to live off R200 a month, could walk with a sense of a different destiny to the one her situation wanted to dictate.

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Turning problems into possibilities
Mandy Pearson Mandy Pearson

Turning problems into possibilities

They could dispose of it, but instead the city commissions sculptors to make masterpieces out of the junk. What some see as rubbish, artists transform into ornate, beautiful sculptures along the banks of the river.

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I am proud to be maladjusted
Mandy Pearson Mandy Pearson

I am proud to be maladjusted

We all want to be considered well adjusted, don’t we?

And yet, like Martin Luther King Jr, there are certain things in our nation and in the world about which I am proud to be maladjusted…

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Thoughts on freedom day
Mandy Pearson Mandy Pearson

Thoughts on freedom day

There are homes that I visit- dilapidated shacks constructed from a mish-mash of corrugated sheeting, cardboard and other people’s throw-aways, but homes nonetheless. A drain carrying dirty water, often blocked by litter, is the long narrow pathway that leads me there…

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