Through my eyes

Three days ago I celebrated my second month in South Africa and I think that I am now ready to write a blog about it. Why did it take so long for me to write this, well, cause its kinda boring and knowing me I would write one blog and basta. So yeah this probably going to be my first and last blog peepz , hope y’all like it.

One thing you have to know about South Africa is that it’s a country that is still trying to find their ground. They are dealing with ghettos, gangs, a lot of corruption and the government is what I’ve heard the cause of that last one. The most important thing they are still going through is Apartheid , because it isn’t that long ago and it is still affecting a lot of people. As a ‘black’ women, I have seen the difference on how people talk to and treat each other, with myself right in the middle.

Thinking that coming to a country where most of the people are black and somewhere thinking that I would be part of a ‘black’ community, because that was all I knew, I unfortunately fell flat on my face. I, being not a ‘black’ women in South Africa, but a ‘colored’ one made me aware on how bad the Apartheid has influenced this country. Of course I have known the effects of being black but the fact that they have another ‘type’ between black and white brings it to a whole other level. Here people don’t only look at the skin but scan you from top to bottom. They look at the texture of your hair, the features of your face, the clothes you put on and the shoes you wear. Everything is scanned before they open their mouth to talk to you. I grew up knowing that If I would go a place I would mostly be stared at by ‘white’ people, doesn’t matter which country, but this was the first time that another ‘black’ featured, some lighter, some darker, women or men was watching me with the same eyes the ‘white’ people were. This made me look at myself in a whole different way.

Being a woman in South Africa definitely made me more aware on how men, mostly black men, perceive women in South Africa. There are still a lot of traditions where the men are still in power and where they can have more than one woman. Most of the man that I have spoken to about this subject said that one women is enough, because it would just be too hard to handle it all…financially…when asked if love was in any way involved in this, because you know that’s kind of an important thing , they just answered with a simple yes...So yeah.. Thank god there were other men who believed in love and soul mates but it made me see that traditions, rules and finances are still effecting how love and women are perceived here. Even the ‘modern’ men, who are around my age still have this old habit where they think they have a last saying and what they think will happen and unfortunately I know all about it , as I am still telling some men after weeeekss of letting them know that I am NOT interested, not at all influence them from calling me every week and saying that I am the one they have to be with....lucky me.…


The thing that affected me the most in South Africa was and is working in the Prisons. I have been working with boys between the ages of 12-25 on different days and it had and still has a tremendous impact on me as a person. Never had I thought that I would be working with guys that have raped, molested and killed human beings and would actually like the work that I am doing. Of course we work with them on their future but the fact that I would be working with them at all is something. What surprised me the most is actually feeling a sense of compassion for these guys. Every time that I would hear someone on the news talk about somebody killing or in my eyes even worse, raping, another , I would put him in a box of the people that I would slam into a wall and here I am talking, laughing and hugging them. What made me change is just a simple thing, their story. When I started to understand how some of them grew up on the streets, parents giving them alcohol at the ages of 8 and having sex at the ages of 10, I started to see why they went on the wrong path and how it got worse from there. I have always known that understanding someone story is important but somewhere I thought that I would never understand it from someone who molested another person because it is just too cruel, but here I am understanding it more than I could even imagine. Is it easy? No . Rewarding? Hell yes!

Oh yeah and it’s a beautiful country blaa, there is so much to do here blablabla and the food is great! See pictures on facebook for that…
Oke Ciao!!