this is not the original story i put up. shuldve been a comment, but...
1stly, nothing was done to this pic (except scanning) for any purposes. i was waiting for a lift after having been at the kid's parent's house almost all day and waited in the lady's room. this kid was so attached to the lady that she adamantly refused to go into the main house at nighttime. she spoke setswana and was singing a song for me when i took these images for her. very cute. however tragic the background of this pic is, and i admit that it makes me sad in many ways, this lady and little girl had formed a beautiful bond. and thats the least one can ask for when looking at our history. atleast thats what i walked away with after hearing the songs, seeing the love, and still being uncomfortable about the lady's living quarters...and her uniform.
*nina simone/bille holiday et al: strange fruit
