A Day in the Township

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Knowing that I was entering the unknown, I woke up in the morning with a feeling of fear and anxiety overwhelming every other emotion in my body, mind and soul. I was unsure of what to expect, as it was the first time I would be entering into the mysterious world of the township, especially for a white person. The perception of a township in the eyes of a white person isn't all glitz and glamour. Hearing stories that send shivers down my spine and make my hairs stand on end, doesn't make the situation any better. I'm not sure if I was more scared of the ride to the township or the township itself. Catching a taxi seemed like the only rational and inconspicuous way of entering the township. Being squashed in the back of a 13 seater with approximately 3 people too many isn't the most comfortable way to travel with a speed of 20 kilometers over the actual limit and arriving at your destination half an hour earlier than expected. As we approached our destination, a huge lump formed in what felt like a straw-sized throat. I became even more nervous when we came to a standstill at the first traffic light and were instructed it was the end of the road for this people carrier. It was push come to shove trying to exits the compacted transport. As i touch ground, my very first instinct was to latch onto my bag with full force and never let go, and this all stems from stories that have done the rounds about the goings on in a township environment. Much to my astonishment it was a little different to say the least, I had a sudden rush of adrenalin when I felt hunted by what I could only compare to a pack of wolves, but just turned out to be a group of vendors marketing their wares. These ranged from scarves boasting the colours of the rainbow to herbs and spices which took me to places in the orient, i politely declined and continued on my quest. Traveling
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