Durban, on the east coast of South Africa is a medium sized city, of some 3.5 million people. It has all the features of a city immersed in the third-world : islands of wealth, seas of poverty. I've lived here since 1980 and always thought I knew the place pretty well.
I'd never heard of Stockville, and neither have most people. Until last week, that is. It's carefully hidden in a deep valley, between a highway and some steep cliffs, and it's the place that time forgot.
The hundred or so people that live in this hidden valley grow vegetables and flowers on tiny plots carved out of the hillside. They farm entirely by hand, as they have done for generations. And because the plots are small, they are mostly subsistence farmers, living from hand to mouth and taking their meagre crops to market every now and then.
These simple folk are almost entirely of Indian origin. Their forefathers came here in 1860 to work as labour in the growing sugar industry.
Apartheid, or the policies of ethnic separation that existed in South Africa until only a decade ago served to keep communities separate and apart - and underdeveloped. And it was here in the Stockville Valley that this community simply faded out of sight.
I was excited to be here and wander up and down the steep roads for a day. Such is the pace of modern life: one can never really get to the heart of anything in a single day; one really needs to stay with some of the families for a week or more. But that was the nature of my assignment, that I only had a day. But perhaps, another time I will find the time to explore further. In every street, and in every town and city, there is a story waiting to be told.
Primary School, Stockville
The small school is at the heart of the community and was built by them, by hand some 50 years ago. Few can afford to pay the modest fees of about 100USD a year; the school is almost entirely run on fundraising.
Pupils, Stockville Primary School
Pupil, Stockville Primary School
Men with Flowers, Stockville Valley
These men have spent time gathering bunches of flowers. They will walk to the freeway a few miles away to sell these few bunches for the equivalent of a dollar or two
Planting in the fields by hand, Stockville Valley
The simplicity of it all, Stockville Valley
Using the same simple handtools as generations before have, beans grow from the rich valley soil
Farmer aged 76, Stockville Valley
This man has lived and worked here all his life, close to the soil. But his eyes are full of cataracts and without money and modern medicine, he finds it difficult to see, and thinks he will soon have to give up farming.
On the way to the local store, Stockville Valley
It's a long walk on a hot day to the one single store in the valley.
The storekeeper, Stockville Valley
Here, bottles and all sorts of curious and odd things are sold at the valley's one and only shop.
House of iron, Stockville Valley
These simple houses dot the valley; they have not changed in generations.
Woman at her iron house, Stockville Valley
A simple rose, Stockville Valley
73 year old pensioner, Stockville Valley
This man told me that he had lived here all his life, but that ill health had now made him a pensioner. He sits outside the small valley store, chatting every now and then with people he knows in the valley who come to buy things
The Players Bar, Stockville Valley
The one place in the valley to meet and have a drink. It's a house by day, and a bar by night.
Owner, Players Bar, Stockville Valley
Mom by day, barmaid and owner by night...
Field of Flowers, Stockville Valley
Grown simply in the sunshine, without tunnels, or other modern equipment, these pretty flowers will find their way into homes and office towers in the City
The rich soil, a simple field of spinach, Stockville Valley
All images, D2H
I'd never heard of Stockville, and neither have most people. Until last week, that is. It's carefully hidden in a deep valley, between a highway and some steep cliffs, and it's the place that time forgot.
The hundred or so people that live in this hidden valley grow vegetables and flowers on tiny plots carved out of the hillside. They farm entirely by hand, as they have done for generations. And because the plots are small, they are mostly subsistence farmers, living from hand to mouth and taking their meagre crops to market every now and then.
These simple folk are almost entirely of Indian origin. Their forefathers came here in 1860 to work as labour in the growing sugar industry.
Apartheid, or the policies of ethnic separation that existed in South Africa until only a decade ago served to keep communities separate and apart - and underdeveloped. And it was here in the Stockville Valley that this community simply faded out of sight.
I was excited to be here and wander up and down the steep roads for a day. Such is the pace of modern life: one can never really get to the heart of anything in a single day; one really needs to stay with some of the families for a week or more. But that was the nature of my assignment, that I only had a day. But perhaps, another time I will find the time to explore further. In every street, and in every town and city, there is a story waiting to be told.
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Primary School, Stockville
The small school is at the heart of the community and was built by them, by hand some 50 years ago. Few can afford to pay the modest fees of about 100USD a year; the school is almost entirely run on fundraising.
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Pupils, Stockville Primary School
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Pupil, Stockville Primary School
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Men with Flowers, Stockville Valley
These men have spent time gathering bunches of flowers. They will walk to the freeway a few miles away to sell these few bunches for the equivalent of a dollar or two
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Planting in the fields by hand, Stockville Valley
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The simplicity of it all, Stockville Valley
Using the same simple handtools as generations before have, beans grow from the rich valley soil
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Farmer aged 76, Stockville Valley
This man has lived and worked here all his life, close to the soil. But his eyes are full of cataracts and without money and modern medicine, he finds it difficult to see, and thinks he will soon have to give up farming.
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On the way to the local store, Stockville Valley
It's a long walk on a hot day to the one single store in the valley.
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The storekeeper, Stockville Valley
Here, bottles and all sorts of curious and odd things are sold at the valley's one and only shop.
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House of iron, Stockville Valley
These simple houses dot the valley; they have not changed in generations.
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Woman at her iron house, Stockville Valley
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A simple rose, Stockville Valley
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73 year old pensioner, Stockville Valley
This man told me that he had lived here all his life, but that ill health had now made him a pensioner. He sits outside the small valley store, chatting every now and then with people he knows in the valley who come to buy things
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The Players Bar, Stockville Valley
The one place in the valley to meet and have a drink. It's a house by day, and a bar by night.
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Owner, Players Bar, Stockville Valley
Mom by day, barmaid and owner by night...
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Field of Flowers, Stockville Valley
Grown simply in the sunshine, without tunnels, or other modern equipment, these pretty flowers will find their way into homes and office towers in the City
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The rich soil, a simple field of spinach, Stockville Valley
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