At this point in my trip i was beginning to adjust to my surroundings but yet seeing things that were agitating my mind. In regards to South Africa’s history I think it’s very important to come and see for yourself versus going based on what we’ve been sold in the media about the struggle. The things I witnessed in the museums on day 3 and even in general out and about was making me feel a wave of different emotions. It got so heavy and overwhelming that by the end of the day, and after some wine and a couple long island iced teas, it all came up in a flood of tears. I could have drowned in the amount of tears i shed, that night, for South Africa’s people that have suffered and are still suffering. Africa in general. My people have suffered.
As it turns out the tears i shed that night was also a really cleansing experience as i felt so at peace the next day. This post has quite a few pictures from the museum and it’s because i tried to capture everything I saw so i could share it with you so that maybe you could try and understand too. I visited MuseumAfrica and the Apartheid Museum.