The Little Angels Documentary – a Tale about Perception

Sometimes it seems as if things sort of conspire to come together. As if you are handed three pieces of the same puzzle simultaneously and hence, you see a bigger picture. Had you only been handed one piece, you might very well have missed the whole. (Or, erm, maybe there was no whole…)

A little while back I was devouring a catalogue by the interdisciplinary design firm Urban-Think Tank (U-TT), who we are now working with at Little Angels to build a sustainable community center. Reading the catalogue I was impressed not only by their sustainable angle and how each building served a variety of different purposes (from gathering rainwater for the poor, to enabling roof gardens to be able to sell crops and helping the environment), but also by stats showing how different buildings lowered crime rates. Turns out people are less prone to crime if they have gym to go to instead of loitering in the streets.

What also really stood out to me was that U-TT work with impoverished communities to create change. They don’t say what to do, they invite the community, within architectural reason, to say what they want.


Me at Little Angels last winter – wooden shacks coupled with no electricity made for a cold winter. Today we have a kitchen container and a bathroom container as well.

Our future plans of building then led to me having to arrange workshops in sustainability and design for our organization, as the owners needed to know their options when asking for what they wanted and there was a lot of fear around the concept of sustainability, thinking it was “white man’s thing” and therefore couldn’t serve a poor community, whereas in fact the opposite is true. This got me pondering how knowledge is the only way to provide option. And without option people are helpless – they will take what they’re given because they don’t know they have any other choice. If there’s choice and one option is more familiar, people may also opt for that as it feels more secure. Without education anything new seems scary. As the saying goes: “Better a known devil…”

In other words: to empower people you need to give them choice and education around that choice.

Fast forward a few weeks and I found a blog on WordPress when looking around for new blogs to follow, that spoke about a woman, Prajna Desai, who wrote a cookbook in India by inviting women to do a workshop with her, sharing their recipes. She was empowering the women by letting them share their recipes, as opposed to only trying to teach them something. She let them see the value they were adding.

Prajna wasn’t so much educating people about choice, but she was empowering people by having them add their skills to the final product.

I, on the other hand, was getting busy planning a documentary for Little Angels. A documentary that will capture life in Hangberg whilst showing what Little Angels can and will do to positively impact Hangberg if we have the right resources. I knew I needed stats to back up my theories and I started to realize I was really keen on doing workshops…but on what? Empowerment seemed obvious – sharing problems and discussing solutions for Hangberg was on the cards. Tentatively I started asking the youth their opinions about problems and solutions.

The police is corrupt. There’s drug sellers at school, if I tell the police I’ll get busted. They’ll find me. The solution? Move away from Hangberg. – Little Angels Youth Member

It was clear we needed educational workshops – I couldn’t just ask people about problems and solutions. If people had the solutions, Hangberg would already be different. In addition I wanted to empower people by having them provide their skills whilst also giving them choice; options for their future, which is essentially what Little Angels will help with through education and what the documentary needs to show.


Life in Hangberg.

Then I got talking to a client of mine, Jovani, about writing for them about the true meaning of beauty and how dresses can enhance this.

Today, dresses continue to play a major role in how women see themselves as individuals and their place in society. For example, if someone wears neutral shades and no accessories, they might be stuck not just in a style rut but also a psychological one. For others, fashion is about power, especially if they’re known for wearing low-cut necklines or sexy form-fitting silhouettes. – Saul Maslavi, CEO Jovani

As it turned out it was a friend of mine’s birthday as well, so I took her to the movies as a treat and we watched The Dressmaker. In the movie Kate Winslet’s character literally transforms lives by doing make-overs.

Gertrude ‘Trudy’ Pratt: A dress can’t change anything!
Myrtle ‘Tilly’ Dunnage: Watch and learn Gertrude, watch and learn!

I started relating this back to our building project – can architecture and interior design change how we feel about ourselves? I always said that if my surroundings aren’t a true representation of my heart, I don’t feel happy. I decided to chat to my friends at the homeware company Izzz about this as I wanted to know their thoughts and see if, erm, companies would be willing to sponsor some make-overs.

Having a space that makes you feel both mentally and physically safe is vital, especially in the era of cyber bullying, in particular for young people. By having that ‘head space’ that a safe and well thought out household or work space can give you, you can free up mental energy that you can spend on your passions. – Israar Saeed, CEO Izzz

Israar came at it from a space of privilege – mental energy to spend on your passions, rather than energy not to succumb to criminality, abuse and drugs are two different things – but by the end of the day they boil down to the same concept.


In summer things at Little Angels are easier.

Then another friend of mine sent me a video about a photographer and designer, Jeremy Cowart, who started a not-for profit project, Help-Portrait, to take people’s portraits to empower them. As I always loved taking people’s portraits to really capture their beauty through photography, this hit home with me.

The idea of make-overs seemed to be hailing down from above.

Could I bring people together to change their perception of self and of Hangberg? Could we come up with how we want the future to look by design, as opposed to walking the paths paved by ours and Hangberg’s past? Could I then, together with sponsors, get people involved in real-life make-overs of themselves, Hangberg and Little Angles?

We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us. – Winston Churchill

What do you think? Do you think positive surroundings would help you face your problems head on (instead of, say, hiding in drugs) and overcome them? Would you join me for a three month long personal and home makeover if you could? Would you enjoy a challenge like that if we created an online group as well and didn’t just do it in Hangberg? Do you think it would change your sense of self? Please let me know if you would.

By Maria Montgomery.


Gifts That Keep on Giving: Generosity in Your Community

When I was seventeen I thought I was dying and consequently swore to God to go help street children if I survived. I made this promise as I hadn’t had a great childhood — it was a childhood where I’d lost both my mom and most of my self-confidence due to bullies, but I’d always had family who loved me and a roof over my head. I realized, in Vancouver where I was at the time, feeling very lonely, that some children don’t even have that.

Thirteen years later I set off to fulfill my promise. Living as a gypsy, traveling my whole adult life, and experiencing the difficulties of life, often on my own, I have also come to realize the value of community. It’s not easy being away from friends and loved ones, especially when something goes wrong. Helping to raise kids here and dealing with a ton of stuff in the township you have no idea how many times I’ve longed for my family, or some of my close friends who live in other countries.


This Christmas I gave three kids from the township their first Christmas morning with gifts. It was a dream come true for me to be able to do that.

I’m here to help transform a community, but this year I’ve also decided to build a community around me. I have a global community of friends (and an extended network thanks to social media), but I also need community in the two towns where I spend the most time — Los Angeles and Cape Town. Together with spending more time on myself (as opposed to work), realizing creative projects and blogging more for the Huff Post, that’s my New Year’s resolution: community.

Just because the holiday season is over doesn’t mean the season of giving gifts need to be over. We can give to our community; to family, friends, colleagues and neighbors, every day of the year. And what we reap in return is priceless — people who will be there to share in the good time and support us through the bad times.

Below you find a list of some of my favorite things when it comes to random acts of kindness for your community, including friends and family.

  1. Compliment someone. A few years back myself and my best friend decided to send each other one compliment a day for a month. By the end of it you have a list of 30 things someone likes about you. If you do it with two people you have 60.
  2. Leave love notes for people. Sneak a note into your friend’s handbag thanking her for your friendship, or complimenting her on something. Leave a note hidden in your date’s laptop case telling them how much you love them. Sneak a note into your mom’s cookie jar. It’s the kind of surprise that will put a smile on anyone’s face.
  3. Some years ago I stumbled across this woman who decided to Pie It Forward for a year — she baked a pie a day for someone (unfortunately I’ve lost the name of her blog — there’s a book out with that name now, but I’m not sure the author is the same). I love this concept. Whether you are great at baking pies, making cupcakes, or whipping up cream cakes, why not give some away? If you aren’t great at it, it’s the perfect excuse to learn. You can do a Julie and Julia and make a recipe a day from your favorite cookbook (it’s the story that got me blogging in the first place, though not about recipes!), learn to make kombucha (Kombucha Kamp offers free advice, as do sites like the Kitchn and being a California girl I kinda dig kombucha and enjoy making my own), or why not sourdough bread (something I’m personally going to tackle in 2016 — please recommend blogs/books in the comments if you know of any)? Set about making a batch of whatever you choose and hand it out to the homeless, people in your neighborhood, your kids’ teachers, your work colleagues, or your family. This is a wonderful thing to do together with friends, dates, kids, or colleagues as well — the act of doing it with others in and of itself builds community. And learning something new together as a group always reminds me of the film Italian for Beginners where a group of people come together to learn Italian and their entire lives change because of it: they create a community.
  4. If you’re a great artist, wordsmith, photographer…share your gift with a global community through a blog, or set up a small gallery to share it locally. You can even create a “shop” where people get your art as a gift. You can also donate to hospitals, prisons, schools, etc.
  5. Teach free classes, or do mentoring in your community. As an entrepreneur coming from a background in film I was relieved to find organizations such as SCORE exist, where people volunteer their time to mentor entrepreneurs (beware not all mentors will work great with you/understand your business — choose wisely). Way to go for uplifting a community! If you get a group of people together to do the teaching/mentoring you’re bound to meet people yourself as well.
  6. Do something for the elderly in your community where they get to socialize. My own gran is very lonely and not living in Sweden myself I often feel helpless. As people get older and their mobility decreases it makes it harder for them to attend events. They also often lose a lot of friends, sometimes their life partners. The end result is that their social life often comes to an abrupt end.
  7. Put together a neighborhood patrol that volunteers to come round and help people, business and charities with chores. Community support for whatever you’re doing is vital. Here in South Africa we constantly have to rally together as there are disasters like fires in the townships where people lose their homes, but we all need a helping hand from time to time, even in less dire circumstance.
  8. Start organizing courtyard, or street parties. We meant to have a block party in Hangberg with the youth at Little Angels on NYE but alas gangs from another township threatened to come in and shoot. Today Hangberg is proudly taking steps to stand up to crime. So the bad fueled something good in the end. On that note: rally together your community to stand up for something together, be it planting more flowers around town, raising funds for a new school, or helping a neighbor with cancer.
  9. I’m looking into something called the Blue Zones this year — Dan Buettner set out to explore the places on earth where people lived the longest. What he found was that it were places where people also had the strongest sense of community. He decided to start a project around this where people could come together to create their own “blue zones.” I want to see how we can use this in Hangberg.

More than anything? Choose to do what you love. Community work should be a joy, not a chore.

By Maria Montgomery. I originally wrote this post for the Huffington Post


Our fight for Tony…

As some of you know we’ve been fighting to help Tony; one of the teacher’s partner, who is suffering from cancer. Here’s a video we made to try to raise some money for him and his family. It will also show you what kind of conditions some of our teachers live in, what it’s like at Little Angels and the community we work in. We’re busy planning fora  proper mini-documentary and feature about the stories from Little Angels and beyond.

To support Tony, please donate through our Indiegogo campaign on Generosity: https://www.generosity.com/medical-fundraising/your-old-bling-in-exchange-for-helping-a-family/x/1882884


Don’t just be thankful. Create more things to be thankful for…

It’s not my fault terrorists exist, but it is my problem

It’s not my fault.

It’s not my fault that South Africa is corrupt.

It’s not my fault that gang wars and criminality has swept through the town in Sweden where I’m originally from.

It’s not my fault that terrorists are bombing the world and the city I used to call home. A city that still feels like home.

It’s not my fault that people are suddenly scared of different nationalities because certain groups of people are infusing the world with fear.

None of that is my fault. So I could just tell the government and police to handle it, whilst I moan and get angry because I still see problems.

I can work myself up about the problems. See the end of the Europe I used to know. Get furious about my friends in South Africa who suffer due to the corruption, the lack of education, the drugs, the…

I can get really angry and miserable thinking about all that.

I can also turn my back entirely. Focus on my life and my life alone.

Lastly, I could focus on the positive in the world and what I can do to contribute to that.

There is this Aesop fable. About a tree that said it was OK for the woodsman to cut down every last tree around him until only he was left. Really, it wasn’t his problem. Then the woodsman cut him down too.

We often think this world is about us and then we get angry when the world does not seem to comprehend how we want it to function. Some people moan. Some people get angry. Some people sit belittling everyone in power. Some people get scared. Some people ignore it as best as they can. Some people get sad. Some people think they have a solution, but don’t think they can implement it. They aren’t a politician, nor police officer.

Then there are those that find a vision. A vision they’d like to see become a reality. A vision for a better tomorrow.

It’s a vision for a better tomorrow, but it’s not a radical vision. It’s not a vision that demands other people choose their religion, or political party. No, it’s more of a “treat thy neighbor as thyself” kind of vision. They have a vision for kindness.

As it is their vision they set about making it a reality.

They do not waste time wallowing in negativity. They do not waste time wallowing in hatred for the crimes against humanity being done around them. They do not waste time belittling people in power.

They simply get up and do something. They don’t necessarily dedicate all their time to it, they just fit it in where they can. So that they can have the joy of seeing their vision become reality. If so, only around them, not in the entire world.

They decide to start mentoring a child at risk. One of those kids that could grow up to become someone part of a gang, someone corrupt, someone willing to bomb the world if it doesn’t hold the same beliefs.

They decide to make friends with someone outside their own circle. Form bonds with strangers to build a stronger community.

They decide to set up a community project, like the Blue Zones Project, where people start integrating with one another. Where people start having tea. Realizing that the perceived borders between them aren’t that large after all. Maybe race, color, religion, political views and so forth doesn’t remove humanity after all. Maybe people start seeing each other’s hearts.

They decide to start teaching a class, or hosting a club (like a drama or book club) where people from all parts of town can come together. Where bridges are built and friendships formed.

They simply decide to do something they’d love to do that would also help their vision become a reality. Maybe it’s something big, maybe something small. Maybe it touches thousands of people, maybe just one. The point is they are doing something to bring their vision to life.

These are the people who realize that if everyone did this — forged friendships and educated people from a young age — there’d be no wars. No matter what the politicians say.

There are many wars you don’t start, but which you will end up smack in the middle of. Many situations you didn’t create, that you suddenly find yourself caught up in. It’s your choice whether to be bitter, or proactive so as to try to prevent it from happening again.

It’s not your fault you were born into a world filled with horrible things, but it’s your choice if you will stand up to try to make it a better place, if you will reclaim the streets, or go hide away and watch the mayhem from afar. Until you end up the last tree in the woods.

I want to dedicate this article to Liezl Mathews — a woman who lives smack in the middle of poverty and still stands up to fight for herself and those around her. Below you find a thank you speech I wrote for her when we opened a new charity recently; the Proudly Hout Bay Women’s Forum.

Liezl at Little Angels.

I’d like to finish today by thanking the founder of this project, Liezl Mathews.

People still blame apartheid for the problems in this country today. Apartheid was terrible. It was a crime against humanity. But apartheid is gone.

People blame the DA and the ANC for the problems we face today, but they are not the ones dictating how you live your life. And if you looked a little closer I’m certain you’d find there are incredible people in both political parties.

People blame corruption and I’m sure all of us have been angry because of corruption at some point. Because of people stuffing money in their own pockets instead of into society or bribing the police so they can continue their crimes. But corruption does not run your life.

The truth is, we create our own lives. And for the past almost three years I’ve seen Liezl Mathews run Little Angels and most recently starting the Women’s Forum.

Liezl started Little Angels out of her own home with no funds because her sister had just died from cancer and she swore to look after her kids and grandchildren. And around that time her own kids found tik on the street and almost ate it. So she swore to make a difference for the children of this community, protecting them from tik, crime, violence, prostitution, gang wars…you name it.

Liezl had nothing. No money. No organizations backing her. No nothing. Yet she is now looking after close to 60 kids in the creche, 30 youth and 30 after school kids. And whilst we still don’t have more than shacks to run it out of, the center is growing. Which shows love works greater miracles than money.

Now Liezl’s started the Women’s Project and look at how many women there are here today. Women crying out for change. Women filled with strength and determination.

Liezl faces severe health problems, she’s paid 500 rand a month, which, needless to say, isn’t enough to feed her family, and she’s still making a difference. I’ve been with her when she couldn’t sleep, when she couldn’t walk, when her relatives died, when many of our friends faced relapses into drugs as they’d been abused, when staff fell ill to cancer and we had no money to feed them, when people black mouthed her…I’ve seen Liezl through all of this and it astounds me that she’s still walking. But she is.

Liezl is making a difference. No matter what challenges face her. And the truth is we all can.

We can all make a difference.

If we all acted like Liezl has and still is, Hout Bay and, indeed South Africa, would be different.

You can blame poverty, the government, corruption and apartheid, but those are lame excuses. Because if everyone got up like Liezl, we’d have a different South Africa.

And I believe in everyone who is here today. Even if I don’t know you all, I believe you, like Liezl, are fighting to make a difference, but today I’m thanking and honoring Liezl, because she’s the woman I know and the founder of this organization.

So from the bottom of my heart I’d like to thank the woman who’s changed my life in more ways than I thought possible. And I’d like to end this launch with a standing ovation for her. So everyone please stand up to thank Liezl and to show that you are going to be with us in making a difference. In creating a better South Africa.

Thank you.

By Maria Montgomery (I originally published this blog on the Huffington Post)


Tales from the Township – The Most Touching Moments of My Life

Sometimes something happens that touches you to the core – something so undeniably beautiful and maybe also painful that you can’t help but stop short in your tracks. It’s like a knife cutting through whatever layers of defense, numbness and protection you have put up. It cuts right through and pierces your heart so that you feel, truly feel the moment. And suddenly you see all the beauty, feel all the pain and love…the power of life is flowing through you and rushing to your head like a high, only it isn’t a high. It’s just life. It’s life when you are finally living.

It’s moments like these that make us feel more alive than we thought possible. Steinbeck spoke of them in East of Eden:

“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite…. A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then—the glory—so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories.”

Often these moments happen when we are in love, or we had that first cup of coffee of the day – it’s when hormones rush round our body shouting “See, see the beauty of this moment? Really feel it. Taste it. Make love to it. And realize you are alive for moments like these. Moments when you see life through the eyes of a lover; one in love with life.” Although I’m a strong proponent of coffee and falling in love (when I’m not heartbroken), I believe there are many other things you need to fall in love with in life to really, fully, live.

Yesterday was a big day for me. I have been mentoring/semi-fostering a few kids since moving to Cape Town two years ago and yesterday it was agreed that the twins, whom I’ve spent the most time with, will be living with me whilst I am here and with their family in the township when I travel. Yesterday I became a single mom of sorts. My almost life long dream of raising kids that need a family beside their own became a reality.

During the talk to the twins’ family Liezl, the owner of Little Angels, mentioned that other families have asked her if I can raise their children. It warmed my heart as much as it pained me – I wish I was richer, I wish I could do more, I wish Little Angels had more resources and a safe house, I wish… I am also deeply touched people feel that way about me. I know that kids at crèche sometimes want to pretend I am their mother, kids who come from broken homes filled with abuse and substance misuse, but I didn’t know these two sets of grandparents had asked Liezl if I could raise their grandchildren.

When we asked the twins to come inside after the meeting (we were at Little Angels having the meeting – i.e. we were inside one of the sheds that make up our make-do facilities) and asked them if they wanted to live with me the looks on their faces were indescribable – rarely have I seen such radiant joy.

Afterwards Little Miss T was showing her happiness by hugging me, holding onto me and generally wanting to climb all over me. She came with me to my car as I was getting some first aid tools to deal with a wound on Little Mr T’s foot. As we crossed the street a teenage girl started waving at us and then ran across to talk to us. She’s one of the youth in the Youth Program I lead at Little Angels. She was so excited – the day before we had done Poetry & Storytelling Class and it was her first class of the kind. We talked about Maya Angelou’s life – about her being raped and going mute, only to emerge as one of the world’s most famous poets. We discussed why stories are important – how they can help us see beyond out own life, connect us with others, inspire us and learn new paths to follow. We also read Still I Rise, Phenomenal Woman, Invictus and a speech by Marianne Williamson. We learnt to be ridiculous. To have fun. To laugh at ourselves. To make a fool out of ourselves. To go beyond our own fears. So the girl ran up to tell me she had written a poem about a video she had seen where Rihanna had written a poem.

To see kids, whose childhoods are filled with tales you wouldn’t believe if I told them to you, light up like that…to see them shine. To see them learn that’s it’s OK to be themselves. To express themselves. To be their own judge of what they think of themselves..it fills me with so much joy. I’m living my dream teaching youth and every smile they give me, every lesson they tell me they have learned about acting, poetry or life (we do many different classes, but we only kicked off recently) is the most beautiful thing. It makes my heart sing and it makes me stop and see life like an explosion of colors, feelings, emotions… It takes my breath away.

Myself and Little Miss T then reached the car, only to hear someone call us. A woman was coming down some steps, a woman Little Miss T knew. She said something along the lines of: “You are Maria, are you not? The Maria? And I know you love the kids here. You are so good with them. And I want to ask your help. Please help me. My husband was supposed to hand back my kids on Sunday, but he didn’t. He’s stolen my kids. I’m seeing the clerk tomorrow. What shall I do? Can you tell me what to do?”

It’s happened many times kids and youth I don’t know come up to me to say hello, or hug me – they know me by way of reputation. This was different though. This was desperation, plain and simple. This woman looked nice. She was not one who was worn down by drugs and alcohol. She seemed kind. She was sincere. And my heart broke in that moment and filled with humility and pride all at the same time. People here believe in me. They think I’m someone God sent to help them. I can’t always do anything to help though. I told her I don’t know laws here. I don’t know what to do, apart from go to the police. Then, of course, I did what any sane woman would do – I marched back to Little Angels, asked Liezl if the woman was a good mom and set her and her husband, Jacobus, on the case to help her.

The events yesterday reminded me of an evening in early fall here this year (that’s like March, which I still don’t understand because I’m an LA kind of girl as far as weather and seasons are concerned) when I drove down to pick up Liezl to have a meeting about the Youth Program. As I pulled up where she lived in the township this little five year old girl, one of the ones I kinda mentor/buy food for/take to the doctors from time to time, was dancing in the street. Queen Muzzaine as I call her, because she has the most demanding, yet hilarious, and sweet personality. She didn’t see me at first, just kept dancing in the headlights of my car. It’s one of the most beautiful moments of my life. This little girl in a township dancing wildly in the headlights of my car. At that moment she represented my dream come to life; my work in the township with children; my joy of dancing; my dance film in the making. She was my life come to life; the moment being an expression of who I really am; what my heart is.

Yesterday was another such day. It was a day when I learnt I truly matter. I hope everyone will get to learn that and see life through the eyes of someone who feels they matter, who feels they live, with every heartbeat of their life.

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By Maria MontgomeryMaria is a freelance writer, director and social entrepreneur. She’s also the spokesperson for The Little Angels Community Center. You can find her somewhere between Cape Town, London and L.A., where you will most likely find her in the hills, looking out over the city she loves. @OhMyMontgomery


Do you see me now teacher? #charity #heartwarming

A little while back I was sitting in one of the classrooms/sheds with Muzzaine. Potentially one of the funniest kids I’ve ever met. She’s being raised by her grandma due to family problems and she doesn’t have much to eat at home, but she is the most opinionated and funny little kid. Her grandma is super cute as well and often helps out at Little Angels, which has made her a lot happier and more confident as she gets away from family problems and feels she’s making a difference. I’ve seen her truly blossom in the past year.

Anyway, myself and Muzzaine have always had a special relationship. Liezel calls her my “other daughter.” I started bringing her food last year when I knew she didn’t have any snacks in the afternoon. It wasn’t my idea – it was hers. Zennie thinks she rules the world and the people in it you see, so she decided I was going to bring her food, because she was hungry. She also decided she will one day get rich so she can buy Liezel and her grandma a big house and she’s coming to London to visit me. She also announced to other kids at Little Angels that since my foster kids are no longer at creche, but in school, I now belong entirely to her when I’m at Little Angels. Liezel had to explain to her that I belong to everyone. At four, she has all the signs of a world leader.

Just the other day she apparently decided that her clothes weren’t fit for going to Little Angels in. Her grandma didn’t have money to buy laundry liquid and Zennie refused getting dressed as she had to wear the same clothes two days in a row. That was just not appropriate. She found the clothes “dirty” and Liezel “would not accept her showing up in dirty clothes.” As a result she got a smack on the bum, as kids in South Africa do and she promptly told her grandma that Liezel would call the police and send her to prison. We educate the kids on abuse and Muzzaine is not one to be messed around with. Even if it was a light smack on the bum, she would not have it.

Another time when she was doing something outrageous her gran told her she would tell me and Zennie replied that it didn’t matter because I love her so much I would never be nasty to her ever. Liezel did say though that the other day when the kids weren’t listening to her she simply picked up her phone “to call teacher Maria and let her know who isn’t listening” and the whole classroom, including Muzzaine, went silent and lined up to try and get to speak to me on the phone. If I was there no one would listen to me though – it’s a standing joke that when I enter the classroom chaos erupts as everyone’s trying to get my attention, all in one go. Fights have broken out over who gets to be close to me. I can teach maximum six kids at a time, or there will be mayhem.

The time Zennie and I were sitting together in the classroom though she was building something using wooden blocks and she looked up to me and said “You will watch me build this, no?” and it just reminded me that most people’s strongest desire is to be seen. To be acknowledged. And to be loved for who they truly are.

Sometimes it’s easy to think that because we live in different countries, in different worlds, we are different. But we aren’t. Not really.

Talking on the phone to Liezel today we first went through problems, solutions, dreams… Then we got talking about men and laughed till we cried. It’s not all doom and gloom in the townships, we have quite a lot of fun too. We have to. The best way to honor life is not to get dissuaded with what it brings you, but to come to terms with it and make the most of it. And even if we struggle now, one day Zennie will buy us all houses and turn us into royalty by mere association with Queen Muzzaine herself. Pretty nice life, don’t you think?

Maria is a writer, social entrepreneur and foster mommy to a pair or twins from the township. You can reach her via LinkedIn, or Twitter: @OhMyMontgomery@LittleAngelsCT

One day in the beginning of the year I wasn’t feeling great as I had just been to the hospital for some tests for my hands, so I decided to go to Little Angels to perk up and, as you can see, hug Zennie. Liezel famously said: “The fact that you decide to come here when you are sad and you want our love and hugs, that makes me an important person. That makes me bigger than anything.”


Love is all we have…

Today I had a bit of a shock, receiving a message from Liezel that Stacey’s husband, who was diagnosed with lung cancer earlier in the year, just got the news that it has spread to his bones and liver. I just stared at the screen, wondering what life is all about?

Sometimes I feel bad about blogging about Little Angels when I tell bad news, because Little Angels gave me more than I can put into words – the love and dedication to bringing a change to lives at that center is more than I’ve ever seen anywhere. I became a new person thanks to my experience working there. The love the teachers and children have given me and the feeling of being appreciated for what I do, so if it is just loving the kids, has completely transformed my life.

Little Angels was set up years ago by Liezel when her sister, whose kids were drug addicts, died in cancer and her own children found crystal meth (“tik”) in the streets. She promised her sister to do something and the day her kids found the drugs the answerr was obvious – keep kids off the streets. Liezel didn’t have money and till this day none of the teachers are paid and the center struggles to look after the kids with the little donations given. Yet, the teachers show up every day, working long hours. To topple it off everyone comes to Liezel with their problems – from HIV and poverty to abuse. These teachers are making a difference. Yet they aren’t paid.

Stacey and her husband as well as their two kids live in a shack. Last night Stacey and Nickla were bitten by a rat, which they are now trying to catch. It’s cold, damp and, well, not very nice. I managed to get one of my friends to donate hot water bottles to give to Tony as he can’t sleep at night due to pain in his lungs and cold. He used to be a mechanic, but due to his lungs giving in he can’t work. He did smoke, but he lives in a township – most people are high on drugs and many are criminals. Smoking seems like a small sin in that town and people just aren’t educated about health.

Many times since I found out Tony is sick I’ve felt desperate. Many times in general when I know the kids are showing up in flip-flops and t-shirts when it’s a hail storm I feel helpless. We are in need of help. Desperately.

I researched everything I could about alternative therapies for cancer when I heard about Tony, but the joke is, we can’t pay for them. One woman cured herself of lung cancer using carrot juice and I gave Liezel a juicer for her birthday as when she was using mine she felt better from her thyroid problems (she almost died from them when she was pregnant years ago and lost one of her twins). The joke? We can’t afford carrots.

I had RSI in the beginning of the year and for a while I could hardly work and spent all my money on therapies until I came across John E. Sarno’s book and the TMS Wiki, which sorted me out. I am also in the US trying to launch my social enterprise to support Little Angels, but as a result I have no money. And I feel like I’m begging.

When I was hit with RSI I felt helpless. I had to learn to ask for help – watch other people type for me. It was hard. Likewise, I sometimes hate asking for help for Little Angels, because, well, in time we should figure it out ourselves right? We should be self-sufficient. But right now we aren’t and both the kids (coming from families that can’t pay for regular childcare) and the teachers are suffering.

I want to share the joy and happiness, the hope Little Angels provide to the township of Hangberg. I want to show what it feels like when kids who are often abused at home have a haven to go to where they get loved, cared for and fed. That’s what I love about it. Yet, it feels like I’m always telling sad stories, because a lot of things happen at Little Angels and right now, we can’t always cope with it. And i get angry – how can these people who are doing so much have so little? How is that possible? How can life be so cruel? We are working on setting up a stand selling things, I’m working on an online crowd funding campaign and launching my social enterprise, we will soon look for other charities/foundations to support us. We are doing what we can, yet I feel so utterly helpless sometimes. And I have to ask for help. It’s the only thing I can do.

So if you want to help, please contact us. Email us through the Contact Page, or donate through PayPal. Or just send us a note of love. We appreciate that too. And one thing there is at Little Angels is love. I know Stacey and her family are having a hard time now, but all the teachers are helping them. That’s what I love with Little Angels. You are never alone there. There is always love.



Stacey’s and Tony’s kids – Nickla and Kita. Cute, aren’t they? Nickla is super sweet and Kita thinks she rules the world and cracks me up every time I see her. 

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