
The day was very structured and well run. We were broken down into groups of 8-10, then sent to various locations in the township where houses had been started. My group leader, Hugo, and several contractors showed us how to lay concrete blocks and concrete to assemble the inner walls. But first, we had to transport all the concrete blocks from outside to the house. We had a great assembly line going. And those blocks were HEAVY. [I have done Habitat for Humanity in the past, and this was probably 5x more strenuous than Habitat] Then we actually started putting up the walls. Again, everything is harder than it looks. The contractor showed us how, and he made it look so simple. However, when you have to mix your own concrete, things get a bit tougher.
3 Parts Sand, 1 part Lime, and lots of water. We mixed our concrete on the floor of the house with shovels. First you need to combine the dry materials, then create a little pool in the middle with water. Then mix well. It seems easy, but it’s not. We learned a song that miners sing, so that made the process go a little faster, but it was difficult nonetheless. After mixing the concrete, we started assembling walls. It was tough to keep the walls level though, and we had to make many adjustments. Jen and I made a pretty good team though laying the blocks. I was impressed. Post block laying, you have to “bag” the wall to fill in the gaps with more concrete, and smooth out the wall.
This lasted all day until we finished the walls. It was pretty cool to see all our work at the end. The house itself was very small in comparison to American homes (it was about the size of my living room at home, maybe smaller) however it is going to make some family or person very happy. The way it works is that they can apply for a house at this organization, then if selected they agree to mortgage terms which are usually quite long. If the person can’t pay it at first, they offer a very long grace period. It’s incredibly empowering, as at the end of the day we presented a woman with her finished home. She had never lived in a home before and the smile on her face brought tears to my eyes. As the cut the ribbon to open her door, all the volunteers erupted with applause. We were a part of giving this woman a safe place to live. I will never

I’ve done many service projects in the past, but this one was much different. I think it was so different because of the location. We were in a township. Townships are fascinating to me in that it is really a community, not a neighborhood. There are always children wandering around, smiling, and wanting to talk to you. [Side note: They were yelling ‘unlango’ to us as we walked past, I later learned that this meant ‘whitey.’ They don’t get out of the township much if at all, so seeing a white person was shocking and new to them] People are always sitting in groups, playing cards, drinking, etc. Water is communal. There are braiis going on everywhere (barbeques). Countless “hair salons.” I have so many pictures of townships because it really is a different type of life that I wish I could fully understand. All I know is that it’s very unique and something that I’ll remember long past this trip.
Today is the last day with the TSiBA students. We are going to a dinner tonight downtown in Cape Town – the Fat Cactus, yummy tex-mex. It’s going to be weird saying goodbye to them. They have become so close to us and I only wish that we had more time. Together, our group has made a huge difference in such a short time.
Tomorrow we leave for Durban to go to God’s Golden Acre. We have to leave the hotel at 4:30 AM. These days are so busy, but so rewarding and wonderful. I can sleep when I’m dead.
-Hills