15/365 Njongo
I can’t pronounce the initial click in Njongo. I try. He laughs. Walking us through Langa (a township of determined shanties on battered roads littered with lack), he points out progress since Apartheid. If he can laugh, I can vow to never whine again.
posted by - Christine at 9:15 AM
3 Comments:
Each day I am amazed how much can be expressed in such few words!
sometimes what we write about someone is a touchstone honoring the memory imprint they left when their paths crossed ours
it sort of brings everything back into focus ... really loved this one
You manage to not only capture a person, but the place here too. Wonderful.
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