more Stories.
There have been countless stories on this trip. I can hardly document them all. My heart from the beginning was to be very conscious of whose story God wanted me to document, and whose story he wanted me just to take the time to listen to. Remember, that just to listen to someone is to love them.
I have had the pleasure of capturing some of these stories on film, all of which thus far have been of the women of South Africa. I sat down with a young girl who was sold into sex slavery and by the grace of God, escaped from her traffickers. I listened to and documented Lizna’s story, whom God called out of the modeling industry to start a business in Capetown so that men and women from the local townships and communities would have a place to sell their merchandise. (You can read the entry “Love Project” below for more details).
Everywhere I have traveled these past three months a common theme has
arisen. The apartheid. A time in which laws were instituted by the South African government segregating blacks and coloreds from whites, and displacing many from their homes. And this theme seems to be woven into each person’s story. The older generations, meaning the parents and grandparents of people my age in South Africa today were the ones that experienced the apartheid first hand. Whereas, my generation and the younger generations who did not directly experience the apartheid are also learning to make amends, and confront the stereotypes and wounds that still remain.
There have been countless stories on this trip. I can hardly document them all. My heart from the beginning was to be very conscious of whose story God wanted me to document, and whose story he wanted me just to take the time to listen to. Remember, that just to listen to someone is to love them.
I have had the pleasure of capturing some of these stories on film, all of which thus far have been of the women of South Africa. I sat down with a young girl who was sold into sex slavery and by the grace of God, escaped from her traffickers. I listened to and documented Lizna’s story, whom God called out of the modeling industry to start a business in Capetown so that men and women from the local townships and communities would have a place to sell their merchandise. (You can read the entry “Love Project” below for more details).
Everywhere I have traveled these past three months a common theme has
arisen. The apartheid. A time in which laws were instituted by the South African government segregating blacks and coloreds from whites, and displacing many from their homes. And this theme seems to be woven into each person’s story. The older generations, meaning the parents and grandparents of people my age in South Africa today were the ones that experienced the apartheid first hand. Whereas, my generation and the younger generations who did not directly experience the apartheid are also learning to make amends, and confront the stereotypes and wounds that still remain.
