These are the children of the Bult

These are the children of the Bult in Potchefstroom, South Africa. They are children, they play, they laugh, they need food and socks. They also scold and swear and smoke and steal and cause havoc. They have eyes to see. But there aren’t many eyes willing to see them. They’re thankful for what you give them, and pesky when you ignore them. The point is, these are the children of the Bult, and you can see them.

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Nothing quite like a blind sight. It is a folly of routine, prejudice, assumption and all those adjectives that make you experience a human being, an animal, indeed any other life form, as far away, apart, separated when in reality it is never evident that they look back and see you, see some part of you that feels that a dismissive wave of the hand is an acceptable way of dealing with those that do not fit into your budget of alcohol, cigarettes, treat foods and all that other shit you think you so desperately need.

Nothing quite like a blind sight. It is a folly of routine, prejudice, assumption and all those adjectives that make you experience a human being, an animal, indeed any other life form, as far away, apart, separated when in reality it is never evident that they look back and see you, see some part of you that feels that a dismissive wave of the hand is an acceptable way of dealing with those that do not fit into your budget of alcohol, cigarettes, treat foods and all that other shit you think you so desperately need.