What is your image of Soweto?
Is it a grainy film reel of soldiers firing at crowds as their armoured vehicle lumbers through clouds of teargas?
Perhaps a black and white photo of a distraught man clad in dungarees and gumboots, carrying a bloodied and limp body in his arms, with a screaming girl in tow?
Do you conjure a sprawling den of violent crime and corrugated iron, inhospitable to all but the rats wallowing in open sewers and mountains of trash?
Whatever your mind evokes when contemplating Soweto, unless familiar with this fascinating and infamous South African township, it is likely to be wildly inaccurate.
