HUSTLE IN THE STREETS OF SOWETO

Previously

…As the morning sun climbed higher, casting long shadows across the dusty streets of Soweto, Thabo sat in the quiet back room of Mokoena’s General Store, the taste of cheese and bread still lingering on his tongue. The familiar ache of hunger had subsided, replaced by a different kind of feeling – a quiet, burgeoning sense of possibility. The world outside was still a place of hustle and struggle, but for the first time in a long time, Thabo felt a flicker of hope that his own future might just be a little bit brighter.