Soweto the black-sheep child.
It is not important what my utterances or writings are about Soweto, nor does it make any difference if I honor this township in song , rhyme or if I exhibit alluring images of it anymore.
To a foreigner, it is still the black-sheep.Quiet frankly this township hasn't been able to elude a historical prejudice that still finds favor in certain quarters of the world.Some call it the black hole, some think it's a country hidden away in distant villages of North Africa.To them Soweto is still a township drowning for recognition.Like a black sheep lost in circles, it matters not anymore if its shepherd was a great man.
If you were to examine what continuously preoccupies my mind, you would appreciate that, to me, Soweto is no ordinary township.Soweto is indeed a black sheep, perhaps a black sheep of a certain kind, the kind that sets it apart amongst many, because it is set on a course to redefine itself.A place in motion because in my view it is the only place that has overcome many challenges and continues to rise.Soweto is not a jungle but a place that seeks to prove itself no more for outside validation.
Written by Tebogo Mokoena