Today we dove back into the township for yet another look into the lives of those less fortunate. However, perhaps that word is not correct for these people continue to show me their immense pride in all that they do. Today we got the opportunity to observe a class of seventh and eighth graders. Under the guidance of teacher Nicholas (teacher) influence. The children started gasping and shouting the second Nicholas (student) and I walked in the room. It was if the whole school shouted, “Holy cow, white people!” However the real story for me today came when we met with kids or own age. Each of us got the opportunity to talk to a small group of kids our own age and ask them questions. For me, I sat with three students, two boys and one girl. One guy talked with me just like we were best buddies while the others just stared at me, but they were careful never to make eye contact with me. I never found out the reason but I suspect that they were scared of me. I’m finding that they are mixed emotions when we role into the Ubuntu camp each day. While the dominant guy and I were talking the other guy finally got some courage to ask me one question. Curled up in his corner and not looking me in the eye he mumbled something that I couldn’t hear. I asked him to repeat and what he said shocked me to the core. “Can someone like me come to your country?” It wasn’t asked from the perspective that he was black and I’m white, but from the perspective that he’s from a township and I’m from Buckhead. I softened my voice and said, “Yes that can happen.” I don’t think for even a second he believed me. I wonder sitting here where that guy is right now while I sit in the Bed and Breakfast recalling me. Does he think about a better place? Is he thinking that his life is bad? Is he thinking about me? That last one stays with me. Does my visit make a lasting impression? Do the kids whose pictures I took even remember my face or my name? Each and every child’s face is in my mind right now, but sadly that won’t be the case always. I know their faces will fade once I go back to the states. I want to do so much but I can’t help thinking that I’m so very limited. Tomorrow I will go back to the township a different person completely.