“…Chiawelo is a desolate place. The rough, uneven landscape is dotted with rubble, cesspools and ramshackle buildings of concrete or tin. One shack is made from slabs of cardboard and advertising signs. Children play with plastic bottles in the dirt. Shirtless men bend over water bubbling from a solitary communal tap. The smiling face of President Jacob Zuma looks out from faded election posters on battered portable toilets. Above it all tower electricity pylons and cactus plants and, on the horizon, a hot air balloon sponsored by a bank and designed like a football. Just like the aliens in District 9, the people here are set for relocation whether they like it or not. And some do not.”