Feeding a female kudu at Sondela...
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Yesterday my uncle took me and a few of my cousins to a squatter village on the outskirts of Polokwane to pass out Gospel booklets. It was the poorest place I have ever been to. Trash was all over the ground, and was heaped into piles beside the pathway. The "houses" were mostly made of pieces of tin held together by old rusty nails with beer bottle caps for washers to hold the nails in.~~~~~
I went into one of the shacks which smelled strongly of sweaty bodies that hadn't been washed in a long time, as well as several other not so nice things. Garbage was packed into the dirt floor, and carboard was put up against the tin so that it wouldn't burn them when they touched it( the sun here is so brutal).
The people seem so hopeless, just stuck in this way of living. Only God can offer true hope. Not handouts from the government, or money people send from overseas.
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