Khanyisa never dreamed of living in Cape Town. She was born in the village of Qunu, Mandela’s birthplace, in the Eastern Cape. She remembers the green hills of her childhood, striding through dozens of clear streams, where cows, goats and sheep came to drench their thirst after a long and hot day.

At the age of nineteen, after mother and father passed on, she went to the Mother city where her husband was already working. She didn’t know yet she would have to swap vast green pastures for sprawling shacklands.

Enkanini is Khanyisa’s new home. Don’t bother looking for a road sign that would guide you to her place. You would simply not find it. Enkanini doesn’t exist. At least, not on the road signs.  Stashed more than twenty kilometers away from the city of Cape Town, the settlement forms part of Khayelitsha - one of the biggest townships in South Africa. There, people battle for space between two wide oceans: on one side the Indian ocean waves leap against the bushy dunes of Monwabisi beach, on the other side thousands of makeshift shelters keep afloat.

As far as the eye can see.

Here there is no electricity, no toilet facilities in the shacks. When the sun sets, a parafine lamps takes over to shed some light in the tiny house. A plascon bucket is placed next to the bed for the family to urinate.
We are stubborn people, we are full of Enkani!


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