Mining Masi’s Gold

The first time I saw Angela I cried. The tears kept streaming quietly down as I saw a beautiful woman in her 20’s so wracked by illness.

The first time I saw Angela I cried. The tears kept streaming quietly down as I saw a beautiful woman in her 20’s so wracked by illness.

It was a noisy day in Masiphumelele today. The streets were full of people, young men, women and children hanging out on the side of the small road…
What you are giving may seem small to you, but it is beyond huge to these children…
It is hope. Hope that they wont be stuck in the poverty they are drowning in…
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