|WARNING!!!BEFORE YOU READ THIS, PLEASE READ BREAKFAST BEFORE SOWETO Hello! Today we visited the black township of Soweto. Soweto is short for South Western Township. Most of it is very very poor. Most people live in home-made shakes made out of metal and wood. We took a tour of one of the poor settlements called Ellias Motsoaledi settlement. It had only two pre-schools(in the settlement) and that was it for education. The amazing this was even children age three and even younger know about 4 different languages, including local and tribal languages as well English. They learned this by playing with children that knew different languages. Food is very scarce, but gardens and butcheries are common throughout the settlement. Most meat is chicken and goat and the vegetables and fruit include bananas, tomatoes, potatoes, and onions. Even though life is tough in the settlements, the people and children are amazingly friendly. I found a girl who was exactly my age, and I talked to her for a while. She was sweet, friendly, and loved to tell me about how she lived. Next we headed off to lunch. We ate at a little diner a few miles off from Motsoaledi, and next headed to the Apartheid (apart-ied) Museum. Now if you read the blog entitled, "Breakfast Before Soweto", you should know what apartheid is. If you haven't read it, Mrs. Wilson might be able to tell you what it is if your in my school. If you're not, you can Google it or read the blog before. Just think of it as MLK time but a lot more violent and in South Africa. Anyway, the Apartheid Museum is a memorial of the struggle the black people had to regain their freedoms and rights from the white people. The struggle was extremely violent and many people died. One law of apartheid was that the school children were forced to learn half their subjects in Afrikaans(a type of Dutch language). In 1976, the school children, ranging in ages from 8 to 18, revolted. About 70 people, including many children, were killed by police, about 180 wounded, and many many arrested. The first of them killed was Hector Peterson, age 13. There are lots of memorials for Hector, including one I visited. Now after all the horrible and shocking news, let me tell you something funny. My Gandpa and I played a fun game throughout the entire tour called "Where's Mandela?". It has the same rules as "Where's Waldo?". You play by finding a picture you think Mandela is hiding in and you try and find him. It's historical and fun at the same time! I was pretty good at it too! Luckily, this will be the only day like this on the trip so there will be no more depressing, if not interesting, news like you just heard. The only bad thing is I won't be able to blog for the next three days because will be in a no-internet-under-pretty-much-any-circumstances zone(aka the game drives, natural parks, etc.),but that's okay. I WILL TRY as hard as I can to get internet connection and get on the blog, but if I don't, this is goodbye for now! I miss you guys lots and I can't wait to show you pictures!
Love Love Love,