The settlement where I do my fieldwork had a big day yesterday. The kindergarten had gotten some money for renovation, and the Minister of Gender Equality was supposed to come and celebrate the reopening of the facility.
The excitement was huge. The kids from the kindergarten cultural group got dressed up in their traditional clothes.
Inside, kids were trying to memorize the name of their president; some with more success
It didn’t take long before boredom started to sneak in.
And then, out of nowhere, someone started clapping and singing, and the whole place just exploded.
Adults also crashed in,
and as the singing escalated, this Ouma fell in trance.
Three hours later, and still no sign of the valued guests, people and kids started to leave for their homes. But what do you think, could we care less?