Facing the future
Never did I think I would find Johannesburg a tranquil place. If it wasn’t for seeing my grandparents, this city would be little more than a place I passed through. But after spending the last few weeks in and out of Kinshasa in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), it’s like a beach holiday by comparison.
If you have ever been to an Indian city like New Delhi, with that crazy bustling mix of people and cars, squalor and poverty, and that distinctive, continuous undertone of lingering smoke from cooking and burning rubbish – well, it’s kind of like that.
“In many casees the habitat lies largely untouched, uninhabited, devoid of much life”
Many people gave me a quizzical look when I said I was heading to the DRC to film.
