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?
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.”