Sydney Mavundla: When Every Day Is Sunday

A typical Sunday in most South African households and neighbourhoods is bursting with vibrancy, tradition and the warmth of community.

The air smells of Sunday lunch tender meat roasting in the oven, the pungent aroma of gravy thickening on the stove and the sweetness of mealie bread fresh out of the pot.

Children play barefoot on the streets, their laughter echoing as the sound of a kettle blends with the soft murmurs of adults deep in conversation.

On the pavements, some people are parked in the shade, hunched over their plates as they nurse the effects of their weekend revelries the infamous babbelas.

Others are doing laundry, washing windows and putting up freshly cleaned curtains, their movements steady and ritualistic.