posing

tourists disembark a huge bus, airconditioned with plush seating, at the foot of Company Gardens, the Slave Lodge. it is the first hot day in Cape Town, and drum beats pour out from the pathways of the old garden. the statue of Jan Smuts menaces, and i watch to see how many tourists will snap ignorant shots of this hero of conquest. across the way a man cranes his neck forward eagerly, snapping his camera at African children, posing for money, posing for food.