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When @ZipZapCircusSchool started, trapeze artists Laurence Estève and Brent van Rensburg had little more than an old car, a box of tricks and a dream to create a social circus school where children from all backgrounds would learn together. Today they have numerous outreach programmes such as ZipZap Ubuntu, in collaboration with Médecins Sans Frontières, at the Ubuntu clinic in Khayelitsha. The purpose of this programme is to improve the lives of the children who attend the clinic to access medical care and antiretroviral treatment, through the circus arts. Another is A Second Chance, a programme for youths at risk in which circus workshops are used to reinforce positive role models while developing the physical and emotional skills of youths in shelters, orphanages and schools. But ZipZap Academy is also an Internationally recognised circus school, offering high quality training, in collaboration with the Cirque du Soleil, and to-date has performed in 20 countries and seen thousands of their students move on to become professional performers. This little girl wants to become either a trapeze artist or a nurse. She has plenty of time to decide and in the meantime is certainly making the most of what the Academy has to offer...
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The Crack on carrier 17279-B (Part 7 of X).
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A boy without a mother.
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A boy without necessities.
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A boy without the knowledge of the world beyond the village and the sea.
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A boy with hope.
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Yahya told Maju once, “when you lose a lot in your life, you gain more.” The first step on the boat. The first catch. The torn piece of faded cloth on your body. Barefooted, yet walking, oblivious what you are stepping on may be hurtful. You care much. .
Maju, loved his father and his uncle.
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He lost more than anyone else in the world. There was forever a Crack in his life.
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He earned the value of Life. The simple things in his Life. To breath, to see, to feel, to love, to hear.
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When the heat had almost roasted his skin, the discomfort caused him to snap open his eyes and quickly take cover under an available shade on the deck. What he saw was shattered pieces of his boat. The storm had brought about quite a devastation and had now disappeared as if nothing happened. There was silence everywhere. The sky was painted bright blue without a hint of a cloud and the sun shone bright. The water was still and its surface smooth as a mirror. The wind blew gently not to displace anything any further. The boat stood steady as if stuck on land.
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The Crack was quietened. Maju could hear nothing more than his own breath. He was at a loss. The food, the catch and the last pint of drinking water was gone. .
No one spoke. .
It was quiet for days. Melancholy and hopelessness soon took over.
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It was almost a week passed in despair. Maju’s life was done. .
Then as if out of nowhere, almost miraculously, something reverberated against Maju’s ear drums softly, making him look up and his heart to beat a little, managing to pull a smile at the corner of his mouth and sending rudiments of hope in his chest.
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“Crack”!
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The Crack on carrier 17279-B. (Part 6 of X).
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Maju was forever the son of a boat man. He was to be that way for the rest of his life. Fate had its way and so did his father, Yahya and uncle, Bashira.
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After the remorseful episode, time did what it does best, bring the mundane back. It was after a few more days of heaviness and some more of Maju’s coos reverberating within the four walls of his house, did Yahya decide to focus on his work and realize that he had been blessed with a “boy”.
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“He will grow up to work with me, nothing more, nothing less, like I did with my father, and he did with his… That’s what we know and are proud of.”, he would reiterate.
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The village brought out the best of breeds of artisans, weavers, painters, mechanics, fishermen. To have an additional member in the crew was a rejoicing moment. One balmy day after his 5th birthday (not that anyone actually remembered how many years had elapsed – except for a foster mother who was never mentioned for the sake of “ghairat”), Yahya brought the boy to the boats.
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17279-B took the boy well. The crisp paint and the smooth edges of the boat were welcoming. As if it had been waiting for the boy, it danced on the waters. The wind blew hard on the surface of the sea to develop small currents in it hitting the boat’s edges at times with a clap, almost like sending a high five to a friend. Soon all the parked boats were dancing gayly as if the whisper had spread quickly. The seagulls sang songs and they played along with the sounds of Maju’s raising heartbeat.
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Maju did not wait to leave his father’s comforting hand to run to the boats, like it was his long-lost mother.

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The Crack on carrier 17279—B (Part 5 of X).
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It is said that the day he was born, there was something “fishy” in the air – well no one would actually say what it really meant. “Pray, what was it like?”, should someone ask, they would only manage to see a shrugging shoulder, a poker face and long opening of a mouth, a big sigh and “…fishy”, in a response.
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If there was a wrinkle in time to go back 20 years in an eye blink (and then to go back at all), one may feel the air pulling in land, see the parked fishing boats prancing on marshy waters and the putrid odor of fishes spreading in the atmosphere. One would see two young men and a boy galloping towards the village with ciphering face expressions. One would hear women shouting at the gate of Yahya’s shabby house, more closing in as Yahya entered (leaving Bashira and the boy outside).
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Nearly out of breath and sticky in his own sweat, Yahya slowly moved through the group of village girls and doulas to reach his wife. She was unconscious. Covered in heavy blankets, she was breathing heavily, but slowly drowsing into silence.
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“She is not well”, said a doula, in a heavy tone, who was sitting next to her with her palm on Yahya’s wife wet forehead. . “And the baby?” Yayha inquired without moving an eye ball away from his wife, he so loved.
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If there was a wrinkle in time to go back 20 years in an eye blink, one should not revisit that time, because that day was “fishy”.
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Maju, a boy, was born, after a fifth try, without a mother to suckle.
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The Crack on carrier 17279—B (Part 4 of X).
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“What do you think…?”
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“A boy…”
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“You seem to be quite sure about it? Did you take a double…?”
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“Hahaha, you rascal… I just know. It will be a boy. Bayee (a self-proclaimed doula of the neighborhood) also told me…”
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The two young men couldn’t be happier at this very instant forgetting all about sharing their stories of their sea ventures, lore of the forbidden island of the weekly catch, of how hot the chick next door looked in a wedding last evening, how the contractor had been a real pain in the arse asking for a double time. Today was a big day. This was a big moment.
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Bashira had left his paint job on the wooden vessel to participate in Yahya’s excitement. Wearing his daily sky blue shalwar kameez, covered in saw dust and in paint drips, Bashira was eagerly waiting for some good news. He couldn’t care less of the gender of this baby. All he had to do was to be a pampering uncle to his friend’s children. He didn’t shy away from expressing his feelings today.
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Yahya was ready, and he wanted to share the festivity too – but he seemed concerned in the hindsight. He had adorned himself in his best orange shalwar kameez today, put on some fragrant oil in his hair and did them well. He always wanted a boy and this time, a fifth time, he was determined. But how can one be sure? But it was a matter of pride, after all.
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Soon a boy came running from the corner of the street and stopped near them. He panted and with quite difficulty uttered a few words “Chacha…woh… chachi…” The jubilation turned to confusion and panic. The boys jumped from the bough of the parked vessel 17279—B on the marshy grounds and ran towards Yahya’s house.
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This one is not going to be easy.

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ZipZap Circus provides a positive and nurturing training environment for youths from Cape Town and around. And from what I’ve seen thus far, the kids are thriving and just can’t get enough. This young juggler is dedicated to his art, comes in from quite far away for his training sessions and hopes to make it his profession some day. Circus schools are developing throughout Africa following ZipZap’s example. Total Respect.
@zipzapcircus .
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The Crack on carrier 17279-B. (Part 3 of X).
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Maju couldn’t help but to force his attention out of the impending danger amidst the tempest, and as if his life depended on it, picked up the cudgel again and moved towards the Crack. He held the club hard and would hit the fixture nail with finality. He was determined to end this once and for all. But the Crack had the storm in the good books and the conspiracy was settled.
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Maju bent down with a replacement nail he had fetched from the compartments underneath, in one hand and the cudgel in the other. He raised the bar high…, at the same time, the thunder clapped, there was a flash of light, a push from the wind taking the boat at the intersection of the hyperbola of the wave, the boat jumped, throwing Maju into mid air. He landed on the surface with a loud thud and his head crashed on the wooden floor.
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There was silence and darkness all around…
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The Crack on carrier 17279-B. (Part 2 of X).
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Stuck in the storm, Maju could only hold on his high hopes that the ship on which he stood doesn’t crumble. He had ventured out into the open sea unaware that the wind had changed directions and had taken him miles away from land. His God, the sea, would be forgiving – it will silence this all, save him from this hell, untouched.
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The nail on the Crack fixture vibrated again and soon it resonated with the jerks on the ship. It held for a while, clutching on the wooden surface and holding the fixture in place. But the Crack was like a rascal; it connived with the atmosphere, the vibrations and threw the 100th nail into the deep ocean waters to split open, revealing itself, and making the habitual sound again… like a pestering child…
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The Crack on carrier 17279-B. (Part 1 of X).
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‘Crack, Crack…’, this grating sound had almost grown deafening to him, or probably it had come more to his notice as he had fixed it an umpteenth time, but the fix would almost always come lose, as if the Crack never wanted itself fixed and would forever want to gape on the deck to let the wind, water, dust enter and emit this racket when the ship moved.
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He grinded his teeth, thumped hard on the wooden deck like an angry bull and bellowed through his lungs, “SHUT UP!”, swiveled like the gale hitting the boat’s bough in the middle of the deep Arabian sea, picked a wooden cudgel and hit the fixture nail head.
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The annoying sound was gone and he can focus on his dear life; nimbus cloud glared viciously at him, shadowing the night sky, engulfing every source of light like dark matter, a category 2 wind threatened him of a probable devastating end, picked up the waves and threw back at him in big volumes, pushing and pulling the boat like enraged warriors would in a fierce tug of war and tossed loads like flotsam, the hail and gout of rain hit the boat and its only passenger like arrows, and the thunder clap was earsplitting (possibly rowdier this time, now that the Cracking sound was silenced)

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The feeling of camaraderie is rekindled each morning with sharing of blessings, inquiry about the family's health, sharing of last night stories and the upcoming ventures, expected dangers or opportunities far and wide into the open sea, a cup of tea with a piece of home made roti [bread] and a few laughter.
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With each tide, the bond of this friendship is strengthened, holding tight each other's trust, more so like a the tightly knitted web to catch fish which tightens further when the catch is good!
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