Credo Mutwa – My journey into the Heart of Africa
Although it was only 8 o’clock in the morning, the temperature was already rising over 30 degrees, clouds of red Kalahari sand swirling around us, as we were driving through the dusty African township. During apartheid, these villages were strictly controlled enclaves enclosed by a fence, with miles of long lines of miserable slums, shanty wooden and metal shacks reserved exclusively for the impoverished black population. After apartheid government built new houses with water, electricity and sewage, but they still resemble a ghetto with high unemployment, disease and violence, in which white people rarely venture.
