THE FIRST MEMOIR OF A YOUNG GIRL FROM WESTBURY ON HER FIRST TRIP TO EUROPE: STORYTELLING

KABELO

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PHOTOGRAPHER WITH A JOURNALISM BACKGROUD

SOUTH AFRICA

I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN IN LIMPOPO, WHICH IS A TYPICAL REPRESENTATION OF THE APARTHEID SYSTEM WHERE PEOPLE WERE SEGREGATED. I MOVED TO SOPHIATOWN WHERE THE LIFESTYLE WAS DIFFERENT IN COMPARISON TO THE TOWN THAT I WAS FROM BECAUSE OF IDENTITY.

I CONSTANTLY WANTED TO EXPRESS MYSELF BUT I WAS RESTRICTED BY THE ISSUE OF IDENTITY. I LIVED TWO LIVES THROUGH TWO DIFFERENT RACES WITH CONTRAST TRADITIONS. AT SCHOOL I RELATED AND ASSOCIATED WITH COLORED PEOPLE BUT BACK HOME I WAS BLACK. I HAD TO EAT PAP EVEN THOUGH I WANTED BIRYANI. I COULDN’T DO WHAT I WANTED TO DO BECAUSE I WAS CAGED BY THE THEN AND NOW SYSTEM. I FOUND BALANCE THROUGH ART-LITERATURE, PAINTING AND PHOTOGRAPHY. I LOVED IT THEN AND I LOVE IT NOW.  ART HAS NO PRISON. I AM FREE TO EXPRESS MYSELF. I AM NO LONGER IDENTIFIED BY MY PRISON BUT BY WHAT I EXPRESS THROUGH MY ART.

KABELO BY NTM

 

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THE FIRST MEMOIR OF A YOUNG GIRL FROM WESTBURY ON HER FIRST TRIP TO EUROPE: STORYTELLING

A VERY GOOD MORNING FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS. I TRUST AND BELIEVE THAT LIFE HAS BEEN TREATING YOU RATHER WELL IN MY ABSENCE. I, HOWEVER AM BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE. NOTHING HECTIC, JUST SAD THAT MY TRAVELS CAME TO AN END, RATHER QUICKLY.

I RECENTLY RETURNED FROM A CULTURAL EXCHANGE PROGRAM THAT TOOK PLACE IN GERMANY. THE ORGANIZATION, JUGENDWERK DER AWO, BROUGHT YOUTH TOGETHER FROM DIFFERENT COUNTRIES, REGNING FROM DIFFERENT WALKS OF LIFE, TO PLAY GAMES WITH CHILDREN AT SUMMER CAMPS THROUGHOUT GERMANY FOR THE PERIOD OF TWO WEEKS. OVER THE TWO WEEK PERIOD I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY OF LISTENING TO STORIES OF YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN AND IT GOT ME THINKING, MAYBE I SHOULD COLLECT THEIR STORIES AND SHARE IT WITH ALL OF YOU.

WHY?

TO LET YOU KNOW THAT LIFE AINT THAT BAD. WE’VE ALL HAD OUR HEARTS BROKEN AND MENDED, WE’VE ENDURED GOOD AND BAD SITUTIONS AND WE HAVE BEEN DISAPPOINTED BY THOSE CLOSE TO US BUT ALL OF THAT HAS MADE US WHO WE ARE, RIGHT NOW, IN THIS MOMENT. THIS IS THE YOUNGEST WE WILL EVER BE AND NOW, IN THE PRESENT, YOU’RE ALIVE AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS.

THE PRAYER OF MY HEART IS THAT THESE STORIES WILL TAKE YOU INTO A WORLD WHERE YOU BECOME THE MAN OR WOMAN WHO IS SHARING THEIR STORY. WALK IN THEIR SHOES, SEE WHAT THEY SEE, GET A SCENT OF THEIR LIFE AND FEEL THE AURA THAT SURROUNDS THEM.

TO BE CONTINUED…

FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS, IT’S GOODBYE FOR NOW.

THE FIRST MEMOIR OF A YOUNG GIRL FROM WESTBURY ON HER FIRST TRIP TO EUROPE

I JUST GOT TO FRANKFURT AND I AM SEATED AT A BUS STATION FACING THE MAIN ROAD, WITH TRAFFIC ON THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. EVERY NOW AND THEN A PLANE PASSES BY WITH YOUNG AND OLD GAZING AT IT AS IF THEY’VE SEEN A SHOOTING STAR. MY EYES NOW FALL ON A YOUNG, MARRIED COUPLE. THEY ARE WEARING WEDDING BENDS. AT FACE VALUE I WOULD PLACE THEM BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18-21. THEY DON’T SEEM VERY PLEASED AT THE FACT THAT I DECIDED TO DROP MYSELF OFF RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. THE GUY IMMEDIATELY TOOK HIS STUFF AND MADE A GAP BETWEEN US AS IF TO NOTIFY ME THAT I CANNOT MOVE BEYOND THE BAGGAGE LINES. WHY DOES THE COLOR OF OUR SKIN SEPARATE US?