Above are my umnie (beautiful) functional English learners. Basically, we get together each week in their eighth grade classroom to try and make English a little easier to speak and understand.
But recently, especially after meeting with these young ladies, I have had an incredibly difficult time figuring out why I live in a house with running water, and they don’t. Or why I can buy everything I need and things that I want, but they don't get to.
Or why the sky is my limit and the world is my oyster, but to Sangeliswe and Nomzamo, the sky is the roof over their heads some nights, and the world barely exists beyond the barbed wire fences out the window.
And I just can't keep from wondering, why am I not the one in their worn out patent leather shoes?
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