Day 5 - Kennard really wanted to go to a traditional village, to gain inspiration for his art work by speaking to the Ndebele women of South Africa. Kennard is extremely creative and he is a master artist who creates clay busts and sculptures of the real, unique, and shapely figures of African women. So we were on a journey to find these Ndebele women, and today we found them, they are located less than one hour from Johannesburg. We also were able to go to a Zulu, Pedi, and Xhosa village.  One of the Xhosa tribe's most well known figure is the late, Nelson Mandela and from the Zulu tribe is Shaka Zulu.  I must say that this visit made us really feel connected to our roots and all the greatness that truly lies in Africa, which has absolutely nothing to do with material possessions.

Africa's greatness is not found in its paved roads, the tallest building in Africa (which is in Johannesburg), an impressive convention center (another Joberg attraction), the Mall of Africa (which was just built last month), or the number of Western businesses that it attracts, like McDonald's, Burger King, Starbucks, Claire's, Guess, and Nine West, etc, but is instead found in its elaborate and vivid cultural systems. This is what makes Africa rich and what makes it stand out from the United States and all other continents in the world. 

In fact, even though most people in South Africa speak English, there are 11 official languages of South Africa. So oftentimes the Africans speak about 11 languages and the common language for Black people to speak in is Zulu. If you are a Black person living in South Africa, some of the Black South Africans will expect you to know how to speak this language. This is the kind of pride and esteem that comes with knowing your history and culture.  The fact that most Black people speak in Zulu, an African language, is something that can only be experienced in the Southern part of Africa. So you can't experience this in the United States or in Britain. However, it is oftentimes the qualities that are your greatest, which are the ones that are most difficult to see. 

One very wise man, my late Uncle Ken Sampson said, "You can climb up the ladder and reach the top, but you discover you are on the wrong side of the building, so you have to come down, go around, and start all over again." Hopefully, Africans in Africa and those in the Diaspora will uphold African culture with the highest esteem, because that's what really makes Africa oh so special! 

Tiffany & Kennard, 2016

Day 4 - We went to the Apartheid Museum and to the Hector Pieterson Memorial and Museum in one day, and we were totally unprepared for the emotional turmoil that would transpire at these locations. We had about 45 minutes to make it through the Apartheid museum and we didn't have enough time to go through all the information.

​The museum was beautifully built, but there was a lingering coldness that came with the red bricks that lined the walls, and the pictures that were hanging on metal cages, representing South African's tortuous struggle.  As we went through the museum quickly in an effort to make it all the way through, we eventually heard Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's voice permeating the room. Afterwards, we had to suddenly come to a halt after we were confronted with a room filled with nooses.  131 Nooses lined the ceiling.  Instantly, I thought of the lynchings of Black men in America, but these nooses represented the people whom opposed the South African government--they were hanged due their disobedience of the state terrorism laws, the tactics were the same but the location was different. We had never experienced anything like this before or felt the kind of anguish that came with the vivid display of 131 nooses. 

Even though we were running low on time, we slowly walked into the next room which had three life-sized screens showing video footage of the mass murder of protestors. Whether we turned our head to the left or to the right, we were overtaken by the footage of people frantically running, tear gas filling the screen, shootings, screams, blood and gore, and people of all ages were experiencing tremendous pain.  It seemed like a bad movie that we had become a part of--although my heart was aching because this was not a reenacted movie, but instead it was real footage.

People were running for their life, some were injured, some were being carried away, others were lying on the ground, dead. It was as if our bodies had become motionless, and became lost in a timeless time. My heart was racing and we just couldn't take our eyes off the horror of apartheid. Our bodies were frozen but my mind was restless: I felt like I was one of those people running. Then I thought, how could this happen? What happened to the people whom so easily killed others, just because they wanted their basic human rights? Were they walking around free? As tears streamed down my face, I felt that change must start with me and I must work to insure that the greatest tragedies in our society, including slavery, lynchings, colonialism, and apartheid should never, ever happen again.

So by starting this blog is my way of informing people around the world that tragedies like this must never happen again. Ultimately, we must remember the 131 nooses and when our minds come to this we must ask ourselves, what are we doing to eradicate hatred and ignorance.

Tiffany & Kennard 

Day 3 - South Africa uses Rand as their official currency.  So upon our arrival to South Africa, we had to exchange dollars for Rand. The Rand to dollar is current 15 to 1.  Nelson Mandela is on the R10, R50, and R100, all the bills we've seen so far! They actually have coins that are in R1, R2, and R5. So now that we have the money, we're wondering, how in the world are we supposed to tip? It looks like here there is a 10% minimum tip that you can give as opposed to the US standard 15 to 20 percent, while at a restaurant. The porter who helps you with your bags gets about R15, and a cap driver can get up to R10, depending. . .  Interesting.  Tiffany & Kennard 

We were elated to know that our 18-hour flight to Africa had finally concluded. Here is Kennard and I as we arrived at the O.R. Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg, South Africa. We are both the first in our family to return to Africa! We love South Africa. Amandla! Go to our blog tab for more! ​