‘Sawubona, boy! You so beautiful, boy.’ Yesterday, a young black woman greeted the child I sat with on the beach, Moses Mabhida
Stadium directly behind, under an umbrella made out of thin wooden logs almost
of identical size.
I told her his name. Her eyes dropped down
to the camera that dangled from my neck. ‘Are the photos instant? Can you take
one of me with boy? How much?’
‘I will not charge you. Do you have an
email address?’
My ear felt deafened after she screeched
with excitement. ‘I don’t have email but my friend does.’
Next thing I was taking photos of 3 people,
many poses.
About 4 groups of black people approached at
different times soon after my friend joined us.
‘How you get black baby?’ A black man asked
me while my friend went for a dip.
I explained Hope House and their great
cause.
‘You white people are good! You help more than our government. You are such good person and you give this discarded child new chance. Our government is blinded but God is not – he sees what you do.’ He grins, thanks me and then runs off.
