I have never been one to shy away from a challenge. Whether taking the train into New York City by myself as a young teen to attend dance classes with Alvin Ailey, or deciding at the age of 40 to abandon a career in the arts to get involved in the HIV/AIDS crisis, or, just ten years ago, taking the helm of one of the oldest NGOs in the U.S.
For about three weeks after having hip replacement surgery in 2010, I felt I was doomed to a life as an Old Man. For the first time in 60 years, I briefly stopped feeling like a kid and looked at the face of aging.
Although I had seen townships in other parts of the world, there was something about the scale of this place that left me dumbfounded. I later learnt that these tiny boxes made of corrugated-iron, plastic sheeting and scraps of wood, which precariously sat on top of one another, were home to over 2 million people.