Late For School

Vivian, Gisela and I were walking through Jo Slovo  ... an unincorporated community with in the bounds of greater Cape Town. It was about 10:15 am and it was cold that morning.

This little guy sprang out of the shanty town off to our far left ... he just appeared from no where ... or so it seemed ...

Vivian knew him instantly and she barked at him something in Afrikaans or maybe it was Bantu ... but he knew who she was and he knew he was late ... he knew he was late for a very important date ...  

When she barked, and maybe barked is the wrong word, when she just confronted him on his tardiness ... smile ... He jumped ... it was as if his little feet took off in mid air and started to spin ... when he came down from his jump up ... he was on the dead run ... I smiled ...

He was off to school and a hot meal ...

So he is late for school ... but he is going to school ... actually the the truth of the matter is: there is a school for him to go to ... and that is what Vivian is all about ... she and her crew are making a difference ...

Creating An Opportunity For Different

To Come Into These Kids Lives ...