There are stories about my life.There are stories about my family. There are stories about my teacher.There are stories about my friends. There are stories about human rights abuse.There are stories about child abuse. There are stories about rape.There are stories about crime.There are stories about gays and lesbians.There are stories about Tuberculosis.There are stories about flu.There are stories about HIV/AIDS.There are stories about dogs. There are stories about vegetables. There are stories about Tat’ Mandela. There are stories about happy people. There are stories about schools.There are stories about councillors. There are stories about people. There are stories about traffic.There are stories about street kids. There are stories about busses. There are stories about love. There are stories about history. There are stories about police. There are stories about hospitals.There are stories about Cape Town. There are stories about neighbours. There are stories about tax. There are stories about my mother. There are stories about valentine’s day. There are stories about peace. There are stories about earth. There are stories about water. There are stories about performing artists.There are stories about fire. There are stories about physically disabled persons.There are stories about countries.There are stories about shops.There are stories about supermarket. There are stories about buildings. There are stories about foreigners. There are stories about white people. There are stories about death. There are stories about marketing. There are stories about organisations. There are stories about unity. There are stories about politicians. There are stories about Zanele. There are stories about relationships. There are stories about bones. There are stories about elves.

Siphokazi Lwano

Cape Town, South Africa
Khayelitsha Township Youth Participants,
February 12-15, 2007

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