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Life on the Other Side of My Neighbourhood
Life on the Other Side of My Neighbourhood
Life on the Other Side of My Neighbourhood
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Often, we traverse through life in a bubble, oblivious to the realities unfolding just across the neighbourhood. It’s not deliberate, but a common human tendency. Yet, when a sliver of life ‘on the other side’ catches our eye, it prompts a riveting realization: do we indeed inhabit the same world?

This newfound perspective might send shivers down your spine as you grapple with the stark contrasts of life, especially in the landscape of Southern Africa. Here, countless souls are relegated to the status of ‘desperadoes,’ their lives shackled by the chains of poverty, a situation exacerbated by the haunting shadows of colonization.

How I yearn for our leaders to don disguises, to walk a mile in the shoes of those on the other side of the neighbourhood. Such an experience could unveil the crushing repercussions of lacklustre governance on the future generations of Southern Africa. Perhaps then, they might reconsider their leadership ethos, valuing citizens as beings of emotion and aspiration, not merely as ballot ticks.

Through the lens of an ordinary South African immigrant, this narrative unfolds a tapestry of daily challenges, endeavouring to offer you a deeper understanding. As you traverse through her journey, may it spark a transformation within, urging you to look beyond the familiar, and delve into the unseen narratives that share our world yet remain veiled in the mists of unawareness.
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Release dateFeb 2, 2024
ISBN9781035825295
Life on the Other Side of My Neighbourhood
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Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi

Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi is a doting grandmother of two feisty boys. She grew up in Rhodesia—now Zimbabwe—and experienced the liberation war struggle in her teenage years. Having trained as a primary school teacher, she taught for over 20 years – before retiring. She has always been an avid reader and recalls writing articles to local newspapers about Southern African social challenges of the blind during high school and these went on to be published. With her increasingly growing concerns about the welfare of immigrant children, Chenesai has written a heart-felt story inspired by true events related by friends and family abroad.

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    Life on the Other Side of My Neighbourhood - Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi

    About the Author

    Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi is a doting grandmother of two feisty boys. She grew up in Rhodesia—now Zimbabwe—and experienced the liberation war struggle in her teenage years. Having trained as a primary school teacher, she taught for over 20 years – before retiring. She has always been an avid reader and recalls writing articles to local newspapers about Southern African social challenges of the blind during high school and these went on to be published. With her increasingly growing concerns about the welfare of immigrant children, Chenesai has written a heart-felt story inspired by true events related by friends and family abroad.

    Dedication

    Children are my haven. I marvel at their resilience, hope and innocence. This book is written in dedication to the forgotten dreams of all the displaced Subsaharan African children. This is not because of war but secondary to selfish governance that has landed them in a foreign South Africa illegally.

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    Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi 2024

    The right of Angeleen Chenesai Magwizi to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

    Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

    The story, the experiences, and the words are the author’s alone.

    A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

    ISBN 9781035825271 (Paperback)

    ISBN 9781035825295 (ePub e-book)

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    First Published 2024

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    Acknowledgement

    I would like to express my deepest appreciation to the other side of my neighbourhood without whom I would not have written this book. I would also like to express my gratitude to a special friend who has supported me with encouragement in my journey of finding myself and writing. I am extremely grateful to Sinikiwe Makarutsa my friend who has stuck by my side in every season of my life for planting the idea of writing in my head. Lastly, I am deeply indebted to Roman and Charlene Chideme who made it possible with their nurturing support for this writing dream to be possible. To God be all Honour and Glory!

    Introduction

    Have you ever realised that you can live your life without ever imagining what it would be like on the on the side of the world? What am I saying? I’m not even talking about the other side of the world but the other side of your neighbourhood. It’s a thought that never crosses our minds. I don’t know why but when I ended up on the other side of my neighbourhood, my eyes were opened in so many ways that I decided to walk the journey by writing. Although not a long journey, the experiences changed me as a person and as a human being. Life is full of uncertainties. If you had asked me to write ten years ago, I would have laughed my lungs out and said, Are you for real? What’s there to write about? Today my answer will be, There are innumerable things to write about in this world and life. I have been a reader since my junior high school days. Through-out the previous years, I have used reading as a form of escape from the reality of my life in particular—and the world around me in—general. I found myself in this setting because I had made a decision to give myself a new face and identity. I had been privileged to stay in the Northern Suburbs where everything looks beautiful-, at least on the outside. Now I found myself in a new setting not far from where I lived before. This is where my story begins.

    Chapter 1

    Week One

    January 2020

    As I stepped out of the taxi at the Shoprite Plaza on 6 January 2020, I immediately had a sense of anticipation mixed with fear as this was totally out of my comfort zone. I looked beyond the horizon of the Shoprite Plaza in the Western expanse-; there before me were numerous houses and shacks; what was more visible were the shacks. On the other hand, the eastern side had beautiful small houses. They looked new. I knew that staying there was out of the question; I was supposed to be there for four months, maybe—five tops. There was no way I would put money into renting an expensive place. I had already made up my mind that I would stay in the ghetto for the few months that I was going to be in the country. However, I wasn’t prepared to stay in a shack. Don’t get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with living in a shack. I am a person who is overly particular with hygiene in the home, specifically the bathroom. I like to take a proper bath or shower twice a day, the one thing that is not readily available when you live in a shack. You have to use a big portable dish in a limited space to bathe. I will always marvel at one who comes out of these shacks looking immaculate, gorgeous or handsome, content and cheerful despite their circumstances.

    Prior to my coming, I had organised accommodation through someone. I thought it was just a matter of getting there, paying rent and moving in. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out that way; there was a minor detour from the original plan. The owner of the place where I was supposed to stay wasn’t picking up my calls for three days. I was left with no choice but to start looking for a place again, hence the reason why I found myself at Shoprite Plaza in Olievehoutbosch. It was a scorching afternoon. I went straight into Shoprite Supermarket because people normally post adverts for accommodation on the notice boards inside supermarkets. My intuition was perfect; there were a couple of rooms to rent which were affordable. I took down the contact numbers and dialled the first one. The man on the phone promptly gave me directions to go to Marabastad and then call him from there. Actually, looking back, I should have walked. It’s not that far from the plaza. Nevertheless, I jumped onto a local taxi and asked to drop off at Marabastad. Quickly, I made inquiries from a young lady I had met and she informed me that the whole place was called Marabastad. Shocked, I immediately called the person who had directed me. I had assumed Marabastad was a name of a shop. I tried calling the guy but the call was not going through. I am a nervous wreck if things don’t work out as planned, I easily go into a panic mode. I had to stop at a Spaza shop (South African name for small, convenience shop usually located in front of someone’s residence.) and do some calming exercises that a special friend of mine had taught me a year prior. I breathed in and out slowly until I was steady. As I tried to call him again, my phone registered zero phone credit. I bought it from a Spaza shop. That was another shock! When you buy airtime at a Spaza shop, they charge you an extra fifty cents on every R5 worth of airtime. You would like to think this is what they should do in places where people have money, not where people struggle financially. Anyway, eventually he picked up his phone and managed to direct me to his place. I couldn’t help but notice how dirty the streets were and how run-down

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