We were cramped up in the kitchen at work – where I overhear a plethora of conversations on a daily basis. Surprisingly this is the first one I’ve actually documented. Probably because it perfectly articulated what I’ve been feeling of late. How is it that work does this to you? Or is it just a case of getting older? Either way, I’m determined not to let it be a permanent thing. Life’s too short for that.
He was a little man named Noor and the tour guide at District Six Museum. We arrived early on a Sunday morning, only to find that our tour hadn’t actually been booked. Graciously, he still took the time to talk to us. A man with many memories, you could see the impact of Apartheid in his eyes. His grandfather had thirty children and four wives, all born from the same house on what was then Caledon Road in District Six. Despite owning twenty-nine other houses in the area, the family has yet to be recompensed with one, forty-six years later.
The optimism took me by surprise – especially that it came from a Developer (generally known for their pessimism towards the industry). After working in an agency for two years now, I have found that a lot of people spend their days complaining about how tough it is and how “we should all just go client side”. But hearing these words in the office reignited that deep part of me that believes that advertising has powerful potential for good. Hopefully it did the same for you.
Can’t decide if this is an example of white privilege or just plain ignorance. Either way, it’s not right.
– Stompie courtesy of Sarah Hotz, whilst waiting in the queue for Origin.
We all sat waiting in anticipation for the Adderley Street lights to come on. Apparently some more excited than others.
It was a surprisingly good, morbid reminder of reality and, in fact, the only way to end the heated argument.