“People thought my mom was crazy. Ice rinks and drive-ins and suburbs, these things were izinto zabelungu — the things of white people. So many people had internalized the logic of apartheid and made it their own. Why teach a black child white things? Neighbors and relatives used to pester my mom: ‘Why do this? Why show him the world when he’s never going to leave the ghetto?’

‘Because,’ she would say, ‘even if he never leaves the ghetto, he will know that the ghetto is not the world. If that is all I accomplish, I’ve done enough.”

― Trevor Noah, Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood

It’s 12 : 38 PM on day 2535 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, read 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 have breakfast  and promote my 50 New Feet Campaign benefiting MiracleFeet – raised to $3 125 only $9 375 more to raise by June 17, 2018 to help 50 kids with clubfoot .

Yesterday I finished reading Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah  the book is set just at the end of Apartheid and the beginning of Post-Apartheid South Africa it’s about race, faith, crime, family and South Africa but most of all it’s about an incredible woman’s love and determination to help her son break out  of the cycle of poverty (and she did- the boy who once had to eat Mopane Worms because there was no money for food now lives in a 10 Million Dollar Penthouse in New York City) I would recommend Born A Crime to all South Africans and anyone in need of hope.