From NYC to Jozi - My first week at UNFPA
It was the morning of Sunday, June 2nd and I had just landed in Johannesburg, South Africa. I had just travelled for 18 hours straight and stayed up for 36 hours prior to that. It was safe to say… I was exhausted. Nonetheless, I was fuelled by my excitement and eagerness to begin this adventure. Upon my arrival I was greeted in the airport pick-up area by a lovely gentleman holding a sign with my name on it, who had been tasked with getting me to the guest house I’d be staying in for the following three months. On the drive we had a nice chat about the city, and what his life was like in Johannesburg. Whilst we conversed I was looking out the window and taking in the scenery. It couldn’t be ignored that the wealth disparity I was very much aware of prior to my arrival was being presented to me directly in front my eyes. Just from the short 25 minute drive from the airport to my accommodation in Sandton (The richest city in Africa), I saw the stark differences between the townshi
