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.
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
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!