God-size Dreams

“God would not have put a dream in your heart if he hadn’t already given you everything you need to fulfill it.”~ Joel Osteen

I must admit, often I feel like I am living in the book, “The Help”, when I am in South Africa.  IF employed, most black african women and coloured women are employed in some capacity of the service industry… Often as domestic workers (or as we would call cleaning ladies/house keepers).

It hits me in the face as I leave our “gated neighborhood” in the morning and see lots of women of color getting out of the taxis on the other side of the gate. (When I talk about taxis, these are 15-passenger vans that travel to and from the township to town.  They generally cost riders about $1-$2 per trip).  The women come by the dozens from the township, as there are about 600 homes in this neighborhood.  And many employ domestic help. 

The ladies show their credentials at the gate, sign in and then begin their walk to the home where they are employed.  It is a strange 1960-ish site.

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Domestic workers walking to the home of their employers in the morning.

These women are all domestic workers.  A job coveted by the many that are unemployed.  A job that pays about $12 per day.  That was not a typo.  $12 per day, not $12 per hour. 

At the end of the day, the taxis do not return to the entrance gate of our neighborhood for pick up.  Instead, the women must walk 1-2+ miles to the “Taxi rank” in town to get a ride back to the township.  That is just the women in this neighborhood.  It all depends on where someone works as to how far their trek to the taxi rank may be at the end of the day.  Rain or shine.  Hot or cold.

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The taxi rank in town.

I’ve watched this for years now.  It just doesn’t get any more acceptable to me.  And although most of these women are grateful for the job, it doesn’t make it any less oppressive.

This brings me to my friend Thokozile (Thoko).  A black South African Zulu woman I had the privilege of meeting last year.  And a domestic worker in our neighborhood.

Thoko is a faithful Christian woman raising two sons on her own.  She is an amazing mom to her boys and has taught them to be polite, to do well in school and be grateful for what they have.  Several years ago, when Thoko moved to Knysna, she knew she needed to have a stable place for the boys to grow up.  She saved a little bit of money each payday to be able to purchase her own small home in the Concordia Township.  Since then, she has saved diligently and added on to her home, making it comfortable for she and the boys.   This was/is a project that takes years.  Instead of putting herself in debt, Thoko hires someone to do what they can as she has the money to pay for it.  The total project is not complete, but it is really coming along.  She has been doing this on a salary of $16 per day.

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Thoko’s home. The brown part is the new addition.

I have never heard a mean word come from Thoko’s mouth.  Not a complaint.  She is always smiling, encouraging, and inspirational.  She loves the Lord and she loves her family.  She is joyful.  She is smart.  She is sweet.  I can go on and on about Thoko.  She is my friend and I have great respect for her.

The reason I met Thoko was because our passion for working with girls in the township intersected last year.   I launched a program for girls in 2016 called Girls Talk (Please read the previous post “Girls Talk).  At that time, I had three women agree to work as a team and lead the group of girls on Saturdays.  It was a great experience for both the ladies and the girls; however the leadership team was burned out by the end of the year.

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Thoko wearing her credentials while walking her employer’s dog.

As I got ready to fire up the 2017 Girls Talk group, I was without a leader.  Some good friends of mine knew Thoko and suggested I contact her.   She agreed to come to the information meeting and volunteered right there on the spot to be the 2017 leader.  This was an answer to prayer.  As I mentioned earlier, Thoko does not have daughters.  She works full-time as a domestic worker and is raising two boys on her own.  None of that could stop her passion to work with young girls.

Thoko and I met and planned a loose agenda for the year.  And after I left to go back to the U.S.A., she faithfully met with the girls every Saturday afternoon.  She led them in prayer, discussions, games and community service projects.  She listened intently as the girls talked about things they would never discuss at home.  And she intervened when she found out a male teacher was touching some of the girls inappropriately at school.  She loved and mentored the girls well.

When I returned and met with Thoko in January, I was prepared to hear her say that although it was a great year, she is burned out.  But no. Thoko is ready to volunteer again for 2018.

I have always had such big dreams for Girls Talk.  God size dreams.  Dreams that don’t match up with the resources I have available.  And I always believed if I wanted this program to grow, I would need to figure out how to pay a leader.

This is where our AWESOME GOD shows up big!  As I mentioned in the previous post “Girls Talk”, YFC (Youth for Christ) has agreed to incorporate Girls Talk into their ministry programs.  They believe it is such an important program that a full-time person should be running it.

So what does that mean for Thokozile?  After meeting with her, the YFC immediately offered her the position!  A full-time professional position.  A career.  A passion and dream fulfilled. 

Like me, Thoko has God-size dreams.  This was one of them.  A chance to grow spiritually, intellectually and professionally.  She excitedly seized the opportunity and accepted the position.

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When we left the YFC, she wanted me to drop her off in town instead of driving her home.   Her boys were just getting out of school, so she wanted to meet them at the taxi rank and ride home with them.  She couldn’t wait to share the exciting news.  As she got out of the car, she stood up tall, smiled and turned to me and said “Today I will walk down the street with my head held high.”  I smiled through tears.  I knew what she meant.

She will no longer be a “Servant”, but instead a “Servant Leader”.

Praise be to God for this awesome lady and this amazing opportunity!  ~ Tracy Cooper

Sidenote… Because YFC is an NGO with a limited budget, employees need to raise most of their own support.  Thoko will begin working on March 19, 2018 and her salary will be set at $385 U.S. per month.  Yes, per month.  If you feel called to help support Thoko’s salary monthly or with a one time gift, please click on the attached link and type “Thoko” in the comments.  All donations are tax deductible and will go directly to cover her monthly salary.

https://mygiving.secure.force.com/GXDonateNow?id=a0Ui000000WKZkVEAX

The “Unprotected” – Part 2

“Every child deserves a champion — An adult who will never give up on them, who understands the power of connection, and insists that they become the best that they can possibly be.” – Rita Pierson

In my earlier blog post,  “The Unprotected”- Part 1, I introduced you to four of the children living in the Lukhanyiso Safe House with Mamma Ella.   Now, I will tell you how the Safe House came to be, and introduce you to a few more of Ella’s precious children.

In isiXhosa, the word Lukhanyiso means “The Light”.  Ella decided to call the Safe House Lukhanyiso to bring Light to the brokenhearted.

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Ella’s Safe House.

I met Ella in 2014 on my first trip to Knysna.  Two of the things I love about her is her passion to help people and her passion to share Jesus.  She is ALWAYS on the go looking for people in her community to help and share the Good News.

Ella Mapurisa (Mamma Ella) grew up in the Eastern Cape of South Africa.  When she was 6-years old, her parents divorced and her mother found employment on a farm, moving Ella out to a very rural area.  In order to get an education, Ella had to walk over 6 miles to school every day.  She did this with no shoes for several years and vividly remembers getting her first pair of shoes at 12-years old!  

Because her mother was an alcoholic, she was not always able to function at her job.  Ella soon had to step in and cover for her mom.  At just 9-years old, she was trying to go to school and complete her mother’s chores on the farm.   She knew that if she didn’t, the two of them would be kicked off of the farm and left homeless.  This was a lot for such a young girl to carry.

With no guidance and no support, she dropped out of school at the age of 16.  It had become too much.  Too far to walk.  Too much work to be done on the farm.  And no money to buy her books. 

 In addition to the pressure, her living/work conditions became volatile.  It was not safe for a Xhosa girl to be working on a farm…  a farm owned by a white Afrikaans farmer…  during the Apartheid era.   Ella was abused.  Unprotected.  Trapped.  No real education.  No money. No connection to people off of the farm.  No hope.

Until…  At the age of 22, a missionary came to the farm and told her about the love of God. She did not believe there could be such a love.  She had never experienced true love from anybody before. She desperately wanted to be loved.  But she feared if she accepted this Jesus, she would only prove the missionary wrong.  There could not be such a love.  Could there?  In the days to follow, she accepted Jesus Christ and her life was forever changed.  The missionary took her home with seven other children and helped to cultivate a strong faith in her.  He put her back in school at the age of 22-years and finally at 25-years old, Ella matriculated from High School.  It was then that she moved to Knysna to start her new life.  A life full of love, hope and faith.

There is a lot more to Ella’s story, and the impact of it all shaped who Ella is today.  She knew that “when” not “if” she was able, she would pay it forward.  She would help women and children living in fear and danger.  And she would share her Jesus with everyone!  Her strong Christian faith and her positive attitude kept her moving forward toward her goal.

Now, self-employed and co-owner of Emzini Tour Company (Township Tours) she knew it was time to help.  Time to build a safe house, a refuge, where women and children can go when they are in danger.  The tours are designed to show a positive side of the townships, and create an income to support the Safe House.

Currently, Ella has 14 children living in her home and has agreed to financially support 12 others.  We met 4 of these children in an earlier blog.  Today I would like to introduce you to a couple more…

Siblings: Imange and Takunda

Imange is now 10 years old, but came to live with Ella when she was just 5.  She is a very gentle and sweet young lady.  At the age of 5 years, Imange and her 2-year old brother Takunda were left at home alone when their parents decided to just walk away.  Walk away from their two young children!  We are not sure how long they were alone, but when the children were found, Imange was actually cooking, feeding and caring for her younger brother.  Image was 5-years old!  Even so young, Imange showed such great love for her little brother, and still does today.

Takunda, a soft-hearted little chatter box, is 7-years old.  He really never knew his parents since he was only two when they walked out.  His birth name is Lithala, but his grandmother was calling him Madala (which means “old man”).  Ella’s husband said, “We can’t have a child being called Madala.  I am going to call him Takunda” (Takunda is a Shona word meaning Victory!).

These two siblings are no longer living in the Safe House.  Unfortunately their grandmother insists they live with her so that she can receive government money.

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The shack that Imange and Takunda live in with their grandmother.

Knowing that the children would not be cared for properly, Ella continues to pay for all of their schooling, clothes, transport to school, after care, food and other needs that arise.  Although they are not under her roof, they are still part of Ella’s family!

Meet Abigail

Abigail, a complicated 14-year old, comes from a very rough background full of drugs, alcohol and uneducated family members . She is the only person in her family to ever attend school; and that was not on a consistent basis.   There was no food and no supervision in her household.  As a very young girl, she found her way to Ella’s  looking for food.   She continued to visit for food and started to trust Ella.  Soon Ella learned that at 6-years old Abigail was sexually molested.  It was then that Ella moved Abigail in with her.

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Abigail

 

The trauma this young girl survived is devastating.  She has a lot to work through and is highly needy for attention.   She is healing.  Slowly.  Abigail now attends a private school in town where she found she has a true talent in Hockey.

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Abigail playing hockey.

Please enjoy this Vlog of Ella on one of her township tours:

If you feel called to sponsor one of Ella’s children on a monthly basis, or make a one-time donation, please click on the link below and follow the steps. In the comments, type Lukhanyiso Safe House.  All donations are tax deductible and will go directly to the care of Ella’s children.  ~Tracy Cooper

https://mygiving.secure.force.com/GXDonateNow?id=a0Ui000000WKZkVEAX

The Last Chance

“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men” – Frederick Douglass

As with so many young boys in the township, Siyabonga, a 14-year old teenage boy, has no male role model in his life.  No dad to emulate.  No dad to wrestle.  No dad to understand him.  His parents separated when he was only 5 years old, so for most of his life he has lived in a household of women.  Four to be exact… his mom, 2 older sisters and a younger niece.  

Kurt and I have come to truly love Siya.  His infectious smile, and boyish grins are endearing.  He is smart, athletic, always kind and polite to us and wants to please.  He is family. 

Over the last 4 years though, we have watched Siya struggle. Struggle to find his place as a boy/young man in a home and community that offer little to no guidance.  Nobody to walk him through ‘guy’ things… puberty, romance, self esteem, peer pressure… Or POWER TOOLS.

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Kurt teaching Siya how to repair a fence (2015)

This has led Siya to become a follower.  Looking to other boys (who too, have no guidance), for “like-mindedness” and acceptance.  Never a good scenario.  And for Siya, it led him down a path of poor choices.  Actions that got him expelled from the township primary school mid-year last year (2017). 

You may be wondering why a 14-year old boy is in primary school?  Well, actually, Siya just turned 14 in December.  So for 2017, he was a 13-year old boy in Grade 5.  He missed a couple of years of school while being shuffled back and forth between his parents.  

In South Africa, the school year runs from January – December.  Grade R – Grade 7 are in the primary school and Grade 8 – Grade 12 are in the high school.  Unlike the U.S., the South African government system is set up so that you cannot skip a grade.  It does not matter if you are more advanced than the grade you are in… you cannot test up.  Every student must complete every grade.  So in Siya’s case, since he missed a couple of years, the schools would not even test him to see if he could be placed in a higher grade with peers his age.  

Here is Siya’s story…

Up until the age of 5 years, Siya’s father was in his life.  He was and still is a police officer in the Eastern Cape (a 3-hour drive from Knysna).  A man with a good job, but not a good man to his wife and children.  In the past, Siya was witness to his dad’s violence toward his mother and older sister.

A few years after his parents separated, Siya’s mom became very ill.  While she was in the hospital, he and his sister Zanele were sent back to live with their dad.  Siya was about 10-years old at this time. 

When their mother returned home from the hospital, she was confined to a wheelchair.  It was decided that since Siya’s dad was working, he and his girlfriend could better care for the two younger children. 

Now out of work and no way to pay rent, Siya’s mom decided to move to Knysna to live in the home of a relative.  She took her oldest daughter and her young niece, but left Siyabonga and Zanele behind.  This was a mistake.

Once their mother was no longer living in the Eastern Cape keeping tabs on her children, their father moved them out of his home and into the shack of another one of his girlfriends.  This woman was not pleased, but obeyed her boyfriend.   She allowed them to live under her roof, but she did not care for them.   Out of spite, the only food she would give them was usually old and moldy.   As if this wasn’t bad enough for Siya and Zanele, things got worse when their dad stopped visiting them and stopped sending money to this woman.  She didn’t kick them out, but she refused to feed them anything.   At 11-years old, Siya was left to beg for food on the streets and eat out of garbage bins.  He and Zanele were starving.  

Siya’s older sister got word of this through friends and relatives and saved up money to travel to Port Elizabeth (P.E.). to bring her siblings to Knysna.  When she arrived, her father refused to let the kids leave.  Not expecting this response, and fearing her father’s violence, she had to come up with a way to sneak them out of town.  This is when “Operation Sibling Rescue” hatched.  (At least that is what I am calling it!)

She told the kids to pack a few things and go to school like normal.  Then she told her father she was going to return to Knysna.  This was true, just not the whole truth.  She secretly went to their schools, got the kids and their transfer records, got in a taxi, and brought them to Knysna to live with their mom.

This is where I am supposed to say… And they lived happily ever after.  But I can’t.  As time went on, Siya’s dad stopped contacting him and sending money for child support. The young boy’s behavior started to decline.  He started lying and skipping school.   He was hurt, lost and broken.  He wanted his dad to love him.  To want him.  To be with him.  He begged to go back to P.E.  Siya did not remember just how poorly his dad treated him.  Or at least he did not want to remember.  He just wanted his dad.

And so it was.  He moved back to P.E. to live with his dad.  Within 6 months, Siya was crying to come back to Knysna.  His mother made him finish the year with his dad and then sent his sister back to P.E. to get him.  She was shocked at what she found.  A “street kid”.  Dirty, hungry, unschooled, unsupervised.  Really.  A street kid.  Nobody had been caring for him.  A 12-year old boy left all on his own.  Inexcusable!  Heartbreaking.

She scooped him up and brought him back to Knysna.  For months he was not allowed back in school because his father would not send his school transfer papers.  

Once he was enrolled, he was put into grade 4 as a 12-year old.  This was not a great situation, as he was so much older than many of the other children.  But it was how the system works.  The following year as a 13-year old in grade 5, Siya got mixed up with some other boys making poor decisions.  He was caught with dagga (pot) on the primary school campus… not once, but twice.  The second time got him expelled, and he was not allowed to finish Grade 5.

That brings us to where Siya is today.  Since he was expelled from the township school last June, he was not in school when the new year started up again in January.  And although the township school finally agreed to re-admit him this year, there wasn’t room.  He was turned away.  Denied an education at the age of 14!

That left 2 options.  (1) Let Siya become a young man that will never have anything higher than a Grade 4 education and chance losing him to “The Streets”.  Or (2) Search for a private school in town that will take him.

Option 2 was the only option we were willing to take!  After visiting a few schools, Kurt and I found a Christian School willing to accept him. This very small school groups children by age instead of grade.  Siya is in a class of 14-18 year olds (Instead of a Grade 5 classroom).  All of the students work on their own, at their own level.  A facilitator/teacher works with them one-on-one.  He just completed his first week and seems to be very happy there. 

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Kurt and I picked Siyabonga up for his first day of school. (Feb. 12, 2018)

With the generous donation from a couple in the United States, Siya’s monthly tuition and transport to school have been covered. 

This is Siya’s last chance. 

This young boy, that we have grown to love as family, will have no other chances after this one, when it comes to his education.  We are pulling for him.  We are praying for him.  We are loving on him.  With such a short time to impact his life each year, we pray that we can plant seeds that will carry him through until we return again next January.

We pray that he will embrace this opportunity and excel into the young man God has created him to be.  ~Tracy Cooper

The Unsettled Wanderer

“Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves”

Celiwe Maggie is the oldest of three children and was born in the Mdantsane Township of East London, South Africa.

Maggie has been my friend for four years now and I still can’t pronounce her first name correctly.  As innocent as the name Celiwe looks, it is not easy to say.  IsiXhosa has three clicks in the language, each one made with a different part of the tongue.  The letters C, X and Q all have a click when pronounced.  So Maggie, like many others here, allows me to call her by her middle name.

Side NoteUnder apartheid rule, parents used to give their children English names, so that white people wouldn’t struggle to pronounce their African names.  It is believed by some that Xhosa’s were required to give their child an English name, but I don’t know if “required” is true.  However, once the blacks got their freedom back, they went back to giving their children African names.  These children are called the “Born Free Generation.”

Maggie’s dad was a pastor and moved the family around to various places in the Eastern Cape. Since many township churches couldn’t afford to pay the pastor much money, he moved from church to church hoping to support his family.   This was unsettling for a young girl.  She never had one place to call home.

When Maggie was in grade 7, her mom became very ill.  Being the oldest, it was Maggie’s responsibility to care for her mom, siblings, the house and still attend school.  She did her duties and tried to keep up with her school work.  Her mom survived.  Her school work suffered.  Even though she was moved up to the next grade year after year, she did not have the basic foundation needed to pass her matric year (final year) of high school.  She completed the year, but did not pass.

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Maggie (left) when I met her back in 2014.

By the time Maggie was finishing high school, her father was living apart from the family.  He moved to a rural area to pastor a church, while the rest of the family stayed in a township closer to town.  Maggie took advantage of her father not being under the same roof.  She began dating a young man and became pregnant at the young age of 18.  Her parents were shocked and horrified.

One thing I have learned here — sex and birth control are NOT topics of conversation in Xhosa households.  The subjects are completely avoided and ignored.  It is so frustrating as an outsider to see this.  I have had conversations with moms, telling them that they must talk to their children about these things!  Not only is there the risk of pregnancy, but HIV infection rates are very high here.   As many as 1:5 people are thought to be HIV+.  Not only is oral birth control necessary, but condoms are a must!!

Ok… back to Maggie.  After the baby was born, her parents did come to love her new born son.  Soon after his birth, Maggie and the baby moved out to the rural area to stay with her dad.  There, she was starting anew with her little baby boy.

As two years passed, Maggie began to get restless and decided she needed to go back to school to matriculate.  She moved out of her dad’s home to be closer to a high school and left her son behind with her dad.

While living on her own, and now age 21, Maggie became pregnant again.  She made it clear to me that both pregnancies were from boyfriends, consensual.  This time she chose not to tell her parents.  What would she say?  Maybe the first time she didn’t know better.  But this time she did.  So it stayed a secret.  For nine months Maggie kept her secret.  She did not see her parents during this time, so a secret it remained.  But as you probably guessed, unless she was giving the baby up for adoption, the secret was going to have to be revealed eventually!

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Maggie, posing outside of our church.

As Maggie lay in the hospital laboring with her daughter, her mother happened to call her.  “Why did you not meet with me today?” she asked.  “Where are you?”  “I am in the hospital,” Maggie responded.  And with that, she had to come clean.

Her mother rushed to the hospital, panicked about how to tell Maggie’s dad.  The news did not go well and he shunned her and his new granddaughter for 2-months.

When Maggie’s daughter was just 3-years old, Maggie’s dad passed away.  This meant it was up to Maggie to make the money to support the family.  She tells me that the only work she could find was in a warehouse in Capetown (an 11-hour drive away).  So Maggie packed a few things,  left her two children with her mom and moved to Capetown.  There she stayed for 7 years working various jobs and only visiting with her children one to two times a year.

She thought things were going great when she and her boyfriend decided to start their own business making Gatsby sandwiches (a very “unhealthy” popular sandwich in Capetown).  It was successful.  They were making money.  They bought a car!  But then Maggie came to realize that she was doing all the work and her boyfriend was just spending the money.  So she left.

She moved out to her own flat and decided to open her own business.  Well, that did not go over well with her boyfriend.  She was his livelihood!   He tracked her down, physically beat her, and tried to stab her with a broken bottle.  She escaped wth her life, but not her things.  When she got away from him and ran off, he stayed behind and burned her flat to the ground.  Everything she worked for was now gone.

Broken and scared, she moved back to East London to be with her mom and children.  There she found a job in a supermarket.  But once again became restless.  East London was not where she wanted to be.  Knowing that Maggie wasn’t happy, her friend/sister (yes, I meant to say that) invited her to move to Knysna.  She liked the idea and moved there with her daughter, leaving her son with his grandmother.  After just a year, Maggie’s mom became ill, so Maggie moved her daughter back to East London to care for her grandma and Maggie stayed in Knysna to work.

Maggie has always dreamed of opening a Gatsby Sandwich stand again.  One like she had in Capetown.  She put a decent business plan together and Kurt and I looked it over.  It was good.  It could work. 

But that dream will not be realized in Knysna.

Restless… Maggie is about to be on the move again.  She just sent me a message this morning saying she is going to move back to Capetown to start her life over.

I love Maggie.  She is smart.  She is sweet.  She is my friend.  However, I fear she will never be happy.  Never truly be settled.  Never root herself in one place.

To my friend Maggie, the unsettled wanderer … may you find joy and happiness one day soon. ~Tracy Cooper

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I took Maggie to view Knysna from The Heads (Jan. 2018)

A Purposeful Gap Year

“It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.”  – Robert W. Service

This quote makes me think of my sweet friend, Victoria.  I met her last year when she was looking for some tutoring lessons during her matric year (final year) of high school.  She is a 19-year old young adult; sweet, unassuming and quiet.  So much so, that although her birth name is Priscilla,  when her school records got mixed up years ago and her teachers starting calling her Victoria, she NEVER felt the need to correct them.  Now, she goes by Victoria.

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Victoria – Today

Victoria was born in Nekkies, a part of the township in Knysna that is located right on the N2 (the highway that runs east and west from Capetown to Port Elizabeth.  It is probably one of the most dangerous parts of the Knysna township.  And here is why:  1. Because of its location on the N2, it is easily accessible to everybody and anybody (good or bad).  It is one of only two ways in and out of the township.  2. Many of the bars/pubs are located in this area, so people gravitate to there and are often under the influence of alcohol and drugs. 3. Many of the “homes” are shacks instead of concrete block homes, making life a little more unstable.

For Victoria’s family, life went on as best it could.  They were a Coloured family living in a mostly black Xhosa township.  Across the N2, within site, was the all Coloured neighborhood (Hornlee).  Because she was coloured, Victoria and her siblings would cross the N2 on foot every day to attend Hornlee Primary School.  The native tongue for Coloureds is Afrikaans, while the native tongue for blacks is isiXhosa.  It is easier to attend a school that speaks your native language. And at the time that Victoria was in primary school, there was not an Afrikaans school on her side of the N2.

This posed many dangers for a young girl… the greatest of these was crossing the N2.  Cars and trucks are traveling at a speed of 45 – 50 mph on a 4-lane highway.  There are no crosswalks, no traffic lights, no crossing guards, NO ADULT SUPERVISION.  Just children standing, watching, waiting and judging when to cross.  It is one of the scariest things I have witnessed here.  Once safely on the other side, the children must walk up a path through the bush (the forest as we know it) to get to the school.  If alone, you could most certainly be robbed or raped.  Victoria mentioned that she only had to walk home by herself one time.  She was so scared that she ran as fast as she could and never stopped until she got to the N2.

Born the 5th child in a family of 7 children, Victoria grew up in a household with two very loving, Christian parents.   She is one of a few children/teens I know that have a complete family unit.  Her father worked hard as a truck driver for years and her mother stayed home to care for their large family.

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Victoria’s Matric Farewell Celebration.

In Nekkies, the nine of them lived contently in a shack together, until tragedy struck their family.  Not once.  But twice.  First, Victoria’s older brother (the oldest of the 7 children) was stabbed and killed outside of their home.  Victoria was very young at the time, so doesn’t really know or remember the entire story.  She has been told it was a senseless act of jealousy.  The second tragedy had a greater impact on Victoria’s life.  At the age of 11, her family’s shack burned to the ground in the middle of the night.  It is believed that the man (a cousin to the family) in the shack directly behind them, was drunk and  fell asleep with a candle burning.  Both his shack and theirs burned completely.  Everyone except Victoria’s little brother escaped.  Ornan was 9-years old and died in the fire.  Not only was her family grieving the loss of another child, they were now homeless.

The family split up to live with various relatives in the area, moving from place to place for about 4 years.  All throughout this unsettled transition, Victoria continued in school.  Finally, when she was about to begin grade 8 (High School), her family moved back together to a part of the township called Concordia.  There, her father slowly built a concrete home which they are still living in today.

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Victoria’s family home, built by her dad.

Victoria did well in school.  She is only the second child in her family to graduate (matric) from high school.  And the first to receive a “Bachelors”, the highest diploma you can receive in high school (you pass with either a Bachelors, a diploma, or a certificate).  Victoria had set herself up to be able to realize her dreams of going to a University.  Unfortunately she was “wait-listed” at The University of Western Cape in Cape Town, and ultimately did not get in for this school year.

Dreams crushed?  No, just delayed.  Gap Year.   A year to learn and work before reapplying to University next year.  Because of Victoria’s character, a teacher introduced her to a program called TEFL (Teaching English to Foreign Learners) that offers the course right here in Knysna.  This program is a 30-day instructional class that prepares you to travel to another country to teach English for 1-year.  (Her teacher’s daughter did this and taught English in China).

Victoria will continue to move forward.. slowly, steadily, quietly plodding through this lifelong race.

When I met with her today, we were talking about her plans for this gap year.  She explained the TEFL program and told me that she has already enrolled and will begin on March 5.  Knowing that neither of her parents are currently working, it caught me off guard that she has so confidently moved along with her plan.  I started to question how she will finance this endeavor.  She sat there quietly, unassuming telling me that she has managed to come up with the money for the deposit (with the help of her sister) but does not know how she will finance the rest.  With faith it will work out.  Slowly, steadily and quietly she will make it work.

Victoria is currently $350 U.S. shy of completing the payment for the course.  Once she completes the course she will also need funding to travel to the country where she will be teaching.  This seems like an impossible dream for a young township girl.  It is.  But Victoria is already beating the impossible.  She stayed in school during a chaotic 4-years.  She matriculated with a Bachelors.  She was wait-listed by a college.  And she figured out how to come up with a $150 U.S. deposit to take this course.  This is an amazing opportunity for Victoria during this gap year.  She has NEVER been outside of Knysna, much less South Africa.  I have confidence that she will be successful in this endeavor.

If you would like to help Victoria, please click on the link below.  Any amount will help.  All donations are tax deductible and will go directly to help cover her expenses for this gap year experience.  Type “Victoria” in the comment section.  ~Tracy Cooper

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