But here it is some how different from what I've experienced before. Here it is so close you can touch it and it smacks you in the face ... and at times also in the nose!
Look left from the wooden shack |
First world malls within a few meters of filthy, shanty dwellings. Shacks and businesses side by side. Roadside restaurants and meat stalls (small fans whirring away to keep away flies) next to the vulcanizer (tyre shop) side by side with hairdressers, bakeries and small general merchandise shops behind metal grilles.
Pristine gardens within metres of filthy heaps of stinking rubbish.
The latest, often obscene, SUV's carrying one or two people bullying their way through tricycles, motorcycles (carrying whole families) and jeepneys crowded (with up to 25 people) ... all so overloaded. Belching smoke and weaving randomly ... seemingly so disorganized but somehow it works.
The view from the shack |
Casualties of a system which is doomed to failure.
Like all life here the church and its doctrine and dogma creates another stark contrast. The discipline and structure of the church with the total lack of consideration and virtual anarchy on the streets. The opulence of the church compared to the poverty of the people.
Overloaded with children |
Everywhere you go there are young women (children) with babies, others pregnant ... more and more children.
At what point do you become skeptical and question the concept of your faith? Or is it so strong that you can ignore the reality around you.
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