July 11, 2003
Dear Friends,
Welcome to another installment in the continuing story of our
life in Lesotho.
Driving around in our cars, it is easy to overlook the scenes
of daily life in Maseru. However, once a week, I (Samantha) get
a closer look at this urban life as I walk from our home to the
city centre where I volunteer at an NGO library. It’s about
a 15-minute walk (it’s a relatively safe walk, and I walk
quickly and do not carry a purse). As I walk, I encounter many
sights and sounds and smells—the dilapidated public hospital;
vendors selling fruit and sweets; women setting up their stalls
to cook viennas (hotdogs) and chips (french fries) to sell for
lunch to office workers; men doing shoe repairs; makeshift stalls
selling everything from cigarettes, sunglasses, and cell phone
covers to children’s clothing, winter coats, shoes, and
blankets; taxis honking their horns and calling out for passengers.
It’s a busy and hectic scene. At first, I was bothered by
having to weave my way through all of these people taking up the
sidewalk, often forcing me to walk on the road. However, I’ve
come to enjoy these scenes and realize that many people are just
doing the best they can to earn some money for themselves and
their families. Unfortunately, Maseru City Council seems to think
that folks like these are a blight to the city. Whenever a dignitary
comes to town, the vendors are moved off the streets, with no
alternative place provided to sell their wares. |