Feature: Lifting the Fog

9 11 2007

ERICA DREIJER 

HOPE is buried below smoke and fog.  Dark narrow streets wind around stockpiled shacks.

For many living in Alexandra, one day spills into the next, with no light at the end of their existence.  Their neighbours are unemployment, hunger, personal suffering and crime.

Still, for others all hope is not lost in “the dark city”.  Some are trying to forge forward, despite their circumstances. 

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Often relief, in communities like Alex, does not come from large, elaborate initiatives and funding; but rather from small initiatives that uplift the lives of individuals. 

As William Easterly, a professor in economics at New York University and formerly a senior research economist at the World Bank noted in his book – The White Man’s Burden:  “Sixty years of countless reform schemes to aid agencies and dozens of different plans, and $2.3 trillion later, the aid industry is still failing to reach the beautiful goal [of making poverty history].  The evidence points to an unpopular conclusion:  Big Plans will always fail to reach the beautiful goal.”

Easterly believes solutions for issues like poverty can be found within “Searchers” – people who believe that only “insiders have enough knowledge to find solutions, and that most solutions must be homegrown.” 

Home grown local solutions include initiatives like the Ballet Theatre Afrikan (BTA) Company and imaginationlab.  These give hope and change the course of lives.  Young hopefuls joining these programmes are taught skills that will allow them to become self-sustaining and provide a better life for their offspring.

“I have so many kids coming out of Alex.  I have changed their lives.  I have changed their family.  By becoming involved in ballet, you have changed an entire family through one child.  You are changing the whole fabric of that society.  Change comes about by changing one person’s life, not the masses,” explained Martin Schönberg, retired ballet dancer and artistic director of BTA.

In 2000 at the United Nations Millennium Summit, the world’s leaders set out to improve living conditions of those living on the continent by 2015.   They identified eight key areas – called the Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) – with the common goal of creating human dignity and a world free of poverty and injustice.

Post 1994, South Africa has been marked by large economic growth.  And many initiatives have contributed to improving the livelihood of those that had little access to basic necessities in the apartheid years. 

But life in Alexandra has remained more or less unchanged. 

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Dogged by crime, violence, overcrowding, lack of infrastructure and high unemployment from the 1930s, Alex today still struggles with the same issues.

Gauteng’s oldest township, continues to be one of the poorest in the region, even though it is only 3kms away from Sandton, one of Africa’s wealthiest suburbs.

An influx of youth, in search of employment in Johannesburg, contributes to exacerbate living condition for those living here.

Unofficial estimates figures report unemployment to be in the region of 60%, more widespread among women (40%) than men (19%) and the average household income is about R1 029 per month.

Old Alex is mainly characterised by informal dwellings, shacks and hostels and the 7.6 square kilometres over which Alex stretches houses 350 000 people or 45 000 per square kilometre, against the urban norm of 2 500 per square kilometre.

As most shacks are not connected to the electricity grid, inhabitants resort to illegally tapping the main power lines.  Only about 65% of households have access to piped water.  And less than 20% of households have access to private toilet facilities. 

It is against this backdrop, that the value of the work that the BTA and imaginationlab do injects some hope.

Art and culture play an important role in creating sustainable human development.  And with the South African Department of Education including it into the school curriculum its importance for developing a nation becomes evident.

Schönberg started BTA in Alexandra 17 years ago, after a dinner guest said “it’s a pity about the blacks, they got wonderful rhythm, but unfortunately they really can’t do classical ballet.”

The company has received praise both locally and internationally for producing black dancers of world class standard and continues to look for talent from previously disadvantaged sectors of society.

“It was something I needed to do, and it was something that the children yearned for. They loved it,” Schönberg realised after starting BTA in Alex.

Schönberg believes that those children training under his guidance are not just getting another “art class”, but a whole new way of life.  “Understanding the whole package of what makes a ballet dancer,” is important, he explained.  Aspects taught include music, history and even the anatomy of what makes each dancer unique.

Dancers receive classical training as well as training in contemporary dance, jazz, Spanish and Afrofusion, which consists of a mix of traditional African dance and other styles.

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Thirty children are selected to train with BTA in Alex each year.  Classes are free and leotards and shoes are donated by the school.   Children are also given a meal before each class to improve their concentration.

It is hard work that will one day pay off as “many have gone on to dance internationally,” he said.  Classes take place, four afternoons a week.  Each is two hours long. 
The objective is to develop professional dancers, choreographers and dance teachers from within under-resourced communities in South Africa that will be able to be employed locally or internationally.

“The need for this academy, resulting in the production of dancers of an international standard that can go out into the marketplace and earn their living from dance, has been identified by the community and a solution has been requested repeatedly over many years,” said Paula Kelly, the previous administrative director of BTA.

“The academy will, in addition, produce a number of qualified teachers of dance from the community,” she said.

Another initiative operating out of Alex is the imaginationlab, a facility that gives school leavers the opportunity to discover their creative strengths and passion when considering careers in creative fields like design, fashion, copy writing and photography.

The imaginationlab was borne from a dream that Gordon Cook and Andy Snyman had to help youth discover themselves through their creativity and to impart valuable life skills.

McDonald Musimuko, a student at the lab in Alex, said:  “For those who finish school and are brain stuck, that do not know what to do, it [the imaginationlab] gives you a good idea of what you want to do.”

As part of his dream, Cook wanted to put these young adults “into a sandpit and give them lots of toys to play with to stimulate their creativity” by exposing them to different creative stimuli that would help them find a niche through which they would be able express themselves creatively to sustain a living.

Cook said:  “From a macro perspective, the purpose of the lab is to bring previously disadvantaged talent into the [advertising, creative and brand building] industry by creating a ladder for them to climb that gives people the opportunity to climb into a field where they naturally belong.”

Previously, “talent was literally just sitting on the street, falling through the cracks,” but the labs have helped to create awareness that there are actually many opportunities for creative children in underprivileged societies, Cook explained.

Each class consists of around 25 – 30 students and around 100 hopefuls apply to each of the five centre’s each year.  Selection is based on demonstrating individual creativity by answering a brief. 

“The lab and Vega [who administer the lab] are not based on forcing an outcome on students but rather allows them to engage with creativity as a process,” Cook explained.

“They put your head into everything, branding, copy writing, design.  You also find out about yourself, and learn about who you are and what you like, you learn about yourself,” said Musimuko.

“I am having a lot of fun.  After finishing matric I was caught up with other things, and I didn’t know what to do with my life.  It made me realise that there’s more to life than to sit around and wait, thinking that things will come to me.  It made me realise this is who I am and this is what I want to do,” he said.

Students attend the lab for free and those that have to travel are provided with a monthly allowance that will help them to cover their travelling costs.

The labs are financed through collections made from the Media Advertising Publishing Printing Packaging (MAPPP) SETA and from agencies and corporates that provide Vega with funding, internship programmes and send employees to teach at the labs. 

Corporates have used their involvement in the labs to create mentorship programmes within their organisations – that helps to sustain accountability from individuals that teach at the labs – and helps with their corporate social investment (CSI) in underprivileged communities.

The first lab was run from Vega in Benmore, after which Cook started rolling out the labs to other areas including Alex.  Today there are five, with plans to open many more across all areas in South Africa.  For Cook, it is important the labs partner with local communities to help to uplift them. 

Slowly the fog starts to lift over communities like Alex.

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Picture courtesy www.joburg.org.za





Flying by the seat of your pants

9 11 2007

TAKE the Amazing Race, add the car chase from Bullitt and an equal measure of an Indiana Jones adventure and you have an airport drop off with my boyfriend, James (better known as the “most disorganised person in the world”).

James had to fly out from South Africa the morning before he would be hosting a workshop in Mumbai.  Since he travels business class, we only arrived at the airport 45 minutes prior to his departure – with plenty time to spare!

As I off-loaded James at the drop off zone, I was immediately hauled back. 

Drama! 

He had left his passport at his parents’ home in Germiston.  Their house keys were safely tucked away in his car – 30 minutes in the opposite direction, in Rivonia.  And to top it, his parents were on away on holiday so there was no one to let us in.  Business as usual!

We’re in luck, the following flight out to India would be leaving at 2pm and will allow him to arrive just in time for his 9am meeting.

We screeched into their housing estate and broke into the house using a garden gnome – conveniently placed in the garden for occasions like this!  At the sound of glass shattering neighbours pile out of their homes to see what the racket is all about.

James pays a neighbour off to take care of the broken window.  Passport in hand we headed back to the airport.  As we pulled into Johannesburg International we are informed by the travel agent that British citizens living outside the country now require a visa for India.

Off to the Indian Embassy in Parktown we go!

Over the phone we are informed that the embassy will be closing in 15 minutes and that James requires passport photos for a visa.  Though they are kind enough to agree to wait for us!  First stop, Rosebank Mall to get photos and finally we reach the embassy!

A visa is issued within 10 minutes – now the embassy’s official record.

With 5 minutes to spare, James checks in.  Erica checks out.

P.S. For some R&R, check out the famous Bullit car chase on YouTuBe

PRESENTING Bullit





Picking wedding music no song and dance

8 11 2007

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ERICA DREIJER

MUSIC sparks all kinds of emotions in people… it makes us happy, sad and can even be traced back to the root of a fight or two.

So on the day that I was swapping my identity as a single woman to become Mrs Hier (pronounced hire… or is that higher?) it was fitting for music to form a crucial part of the material that our dreams would be made of.

The first step in laying the foundation was to ensure that we selected music that personified two individuals and a merger for our new life together as Mrs and Mr Hier.

We piled hours into this occasion… trying to find a balance between what we love, what people can stomach and what makes for a memorable party.  It’s not every day you get married! And we were going to make sure that we were going to enjoy every moment.

We ended up with a list that we were told “is good stuff to play after 10pm, once the older and more respectable crew have settled down for the evening”.

Enough said.

Finally the big day arrived.

After keeping my now nervous groom waiting for 20 minutes, I strode down the aisle to the Wedding March. Although it is traditional, it provided familiarity in a moment of uncertainty as I crossed over from singledom into married life.

It also reminded me that this attractive man would be my husband within the hour.

Afterwards, lively piano mingled with the sound of chatter on the patio of the Laborie estate in the Cape winelands as we shared a drink with our guests and watched the sun go down on the beautiful Paarl Valley.

We entered the dining hall on U2’s It’s a beautiful day.

Our first dance was to the tune of Chasing Cars though we kept on thinking that we should have rather chosen I Want to Grow Old with You by Adam Sandler from the movie The Wedding Singer.

We partied to songs like Bitter Sweet Symphony, Blister in the Sun, Scar Tissue and Rock me Amadeus.

As everyone danced to the last song for the evening; Wonder Wall by Oasis, they were all in high spirits. 

But I convinced James (that’s Mr Hier) to allow one of our guests, who had come a long way, to play his choice as the last song, as a favour. So the Blue Bull song by Steve Hofmeyr filled the room and all dancing came to an abrupt halt.  It was the wrong song with which to end the night on a high note.

An inebriated guest stepped in and tried to save the day by fast-forwarding through the play list in search of a more inspirational last song.

Our unhappy Blue Bulls supporter (who was not even dancing to his own song) moved in with his fists and started throwing insults about.  The evening nearly ended on a low note… But once again, music came to the rescue as we were allowed to select another “new” last song.

U2 we salute you!  Emotions were soothed as Pride (In the name of Love) played out.





Vuvuzela

6 11 2007

FOR the past year, as part of the post grad course in journalism that I studied at Wits, our class had to produce a weekly newspaper – Vuvuzela – which was distributed free of charge to the Wits community. 

At the beginning of the year Vuvuzela was produced by 18 students with the help of interns from previous years but by the second semester only 10 of us were left to produce each week’s edition. 

Every week we needed to generate story ideas – that would be relevant and interesting to the Wits community – and present it at news conference on Monday mornings before class.  News editors rotated weekly and besides completing our stories by Wednesday afternoons, we were also given additional tasks that would give us practical experience of the work involved in “putting a newspaper to bed”. 

Thursdays were set aside for production – also done by us – and uploading the newspaper onto the website:  www.vuvuzelaonline.com.  While distribution of the 10 000 copies took place on Fridays. 

Here are some examples…

OCTOBER.PDF

SEPTEMBER.PDF

AUGUST.PDF

JULY.PDF

MAY.PDF

APRIL.PDF

MARCH.PDF

FEBRUARY.PDF





Driving me up the wall

6 11 2007

MY husband and I belong to a generation that is not scared to use our mental powers, but shirk at the implications of having to use our hands.

Do-It-Yourself is something you watch other people do or, as is the case in James’ family, attempted with a butter knife, cello tape and a piece of string. Read the rest of this entry »