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When I was very little we lived next door to an old German lady who had two dogs, Rusty and Rambo, they were both golden retrievers. She invited me next door one time to help wash these two dogs in her bathtub. I was useless but I love dogs and old people would do that often. Invite me over to see their dogs. I am a ‘cat person’. I would often wonder off to get a better view of a cat and inevitably bond.We had books and shopping malls and TV and video games, etc.There was apartheid but I was very little and none of my family members or anyone I knew were ever locked up for being brown skinned or non-white. I look Indian/Hindu but my dad is European. My mom is Malaysian/Indian. On our right was the old German (white) lady and on our left was Peter Poole…my first boy crush. But I stopped liking him (not very true…) when he rode his bicycle purposefully through my hopscotch.Only one time I saw a bunch of kids my sister’s age running up the road laughing.My only sister, nine years my senior, her school dress reached just until under her butt cheeks. My mom was livid but evidently mom had little control over that situation. Meanwhile, my sister’s classmates were running up the road laughing their hiney’s off because of laughing gas administered to them in canisters shot at them by the South African police force.Good times.As a little child, it was a bit confusing. The laughter. The threat of police chasing them. I was safe though. But only just, in retrospect, being at the window was a dumb move on our part. Thanks Sis.My Grade 1 teacher was Mrs. Buckley. An English lady who I loved dearly.I also had some less than stellar teachers the first being an old substitute male teacher. He taught us of elephant ear shrubs and he let us play with a sharp knife in the classroom unsupervised. I never did. I thought it was dangerous but I also never thought to alert any authorities. He drove a ‘Beetle’. An old pale yellow Volkswagen.Our TV was saturated with American influence. My mom would watch Loving and Santa Barbara. Dallas. Falcon Crest. My dad and I would see all of Alfred Hitchcock’s movies and the Twilight Zone series. My older brother enjoyed Miami Vice and my sister mostly enjoyed listening to music. Particularly she used to walk about with a walkman listening to George Michael sing Careless Whisper. She would often sing songs to me if I were feeling under the weather.My dad was a steadfast man. A working man. He drove a car and owned a house. He was and still is my biggest hero.I attended a Catholic School even though in the afternoons I would attend an Islamic School class. I was born into a Muslim family yet I also attended a Catholic School where I learnt Bible Studies. I was the teacher’s pet. I was taught by my family to embrace all cultures and religions and to respect all people’s beliefs. I also believe that having no belief is a belief and that my belief believes that it makes you no less worthy. On the contrary, I know of quite a few ‘non-believers’ or ‘atheists’, ‘agnostics’, etc. who most certainly live exemplary lives and I am very far behind so, not everything is “cut and dried”. Believing in a power higher than ourselves in no way equates to one being ‘better’. Far from it. It only serves as guidance. It is not a badge of honour.I also got to see many lions, cheetahs, tigers, even bears. Polar bears, brown bears. Rhinoceros, Giraffes, etc.I was born in Cape Town and I lived in Johannesburg for a bit. Same as with any other town, stay away from the known crime hot spots and you will be okay. And drive with the windows up. Leave the open windows for other people. While living in Johannesburg I was financially blessed but I was robbed of my phones and laptops so many times that eventually I just ran back to Cape Town with child, car and cat in tow.I vote every 4 years for the same political party. Same as in Quora. I do not speak politics but my party has never won in all the years I have been voting and that is since I was 18 years old.South Africans love food. We are called a “Rainbow Nation” because of all the various cultures we have within one nation. I am in no mood to write a uni assignment right now but this question could bring forth a good one for those with the hankering.South Africa has 11 official languages but not everyone speaks all of the 11 languages. English is my first language. I know Afrikaans but I do not speak it often because I think I sound a bit ridiculous. It is a particular sort of language. You either speak it fluently and it sounds beautiful. Or you speak it “kombuis” (“kitchen”) Afrikaans. I do neither. So I remain silent and excuse myself for having to rather respond in English. Out of embarrassment or respect for the language.I am trying to understand the Nguni languages by ear. It is like a game for me and I love how the words are formed and how it can change to suit a particular set of listeners.We have opportunities as most first world nations but on the downside, our crime is not a priority and neither is education and those two things are pretty important.Other than that, our natural geographical beauty is breathtaking. Our wine is of the finest quality and in abundance. And the spirit “gees” lives on.These are pics of some sights I get to see as someone who lives in South Africa.Cape Town aerial shot. That is Table Mountain in the background. It was rumoured that Michael Jackson wanted to purchase our mountain while he was on tour here but most likely that was just one in a thousand of made up sh.t people in Cape Town think up and spread about in the city to become urban legends. The mountain on our far right looks like a lion and so the smaller mountain is called Lion’s Head. The peak on the left is called Devil’s Peak. The soccer stadium in the front was built when we were hosting the 2010 Soccer World Cup. Fun times.This is a view while on a hike over Table Mountain.Johannesburg.Shopping.These are typical views I have seen while on mini safaris in Johannesburg.I have seen quite a few White Lions lazing about.This is a lion cub. In a controlled environment, I get to interact with these little babies.There is a town in South Africa, just outside of Johannesburg, called Pretoria which is nicknamed the “Jacaranda City” because of all the Jacaranda trees one finds in Pretoria.We have adequate education but to afford the very best it does cost quite a sum of money. If you are unable to afford the fees you could apply for sponsorship or financial aid. University of Cape Town is ranked as Africa’s top university.The Cape Town Coon’s Carnival. A New Year’s local street festival tradition in Cape Town.Beach life. I live close to this beach. Camp’s Bay.Gordon’s Bay. This is where I visit the old book shop on the beach front.The country’s national flower, the King Protea.And then..Cape Agulhas. The most Southern point of Africa. Where the “two oceans” meet.One could write a book about the beauties of South Africa, but, I live in Cape Town and every South African knows how chilled we are down in the fairest Cape. So, for now, here is a cheers from Camp’s Bay.Edit: I took none of these photos. Especially not of the alcoholic drinks. Ahem.

Note that the old South Africa have Whites and non whites. The non whites were subdivided into Blacks, Indian, and coloured. I'm writing this from a Indian point of view. My grandparents were from India. I was born in the old South Africa. The Northern Natal coastal belt.So here goes I'm just making a list in no specific order of experiences from the old South Africa.All the different race groups lived in there own areas / townships. So we mostly interacted with our own kind.Each race group had their own schools. Some SA Indians with enough capital did built schools / Technikons for their community. Most education Facilities were government provided. The schools for the 'whites' were of a much higher standard than for the other race groups. The 'Indian' & 'Coloured' schools were medium class, While that of the 'Blacks" were very bad.Nelson Mandela's name could not be spoken, for the fear of arrest.Most university courses, except medical and law were reserved for whites, I originally wanted to follow a path in ocean biology, I couldn't. Decided on architecture, with good matric results but unless your parents are rich the application was impossible. Verylittle or no bursary for non whites. The seats were also reserved mostly for whites. I ended up doing Architectural technology but couldn't complete my in-service training as there competition to get training which was biased towards the white students.When I was about 7 we took a family trip to St Lucia estuary. We children ran into the surf playfully. There comes 4 South Africa policemen spoke to the elders and forced us out of the surf. We were told to take the boat to the hippopotamus (one of the most dangerous African animals) invested island and play there.Most restaurants / hotels / nightclubs were closed to us, some did have separate sections.The Durban Beachfront (the Golden Mile) was divided into sections, the southern part for whites only. Non whites were either beaten or arrested or both in this part.Indians could only drive through the Orange Free State (an old SA province) even if your car broke down there you could be arrested.The government forced Christianity onto us. They provided the land, buildings for churches in Indian areas. Then paid a hansome salary to the pastor's and rigorously tried converting people. If I wanted to build a Hindu temple in and Indian area, the amount of red tape was a lot. And no sponsorship in any way from the government.This same applies to Mosques.A non white couldn't own a beachfront flat (well a think a few blocks on North beach was allowed). The best properties, education & work was reserved for the white community.In 1989 I was working (my 2dn job) in Durban's CBD. I got to work at about 7:30am. The pavement outside the building had a gaping hole in it, & some shattered shopfornt glass next to it. Discovered that there was a Bomb Blast at about 5am. Because of censorship we never heard of this in any local news. I did hear about it that night o BBC Radio.There seemed (falsely) to be a high level of safety. The then government were the perpetrators of many ------- well as an example check this out …http://www.southafrica.to/history/Apartheid/apartheid.php or this http://www.theguardian.com/world/2007/aug/17/southafrica or this http://www.csmonitor.com/1998/0703/070398.intl.intl.3.html and theres is plenty more.BTW: there seems to be an reverse apartheid now with the BEE stytem (reservation of work / education to the previously disadvantaged)

You need to get your visa first. Work and visitor visa’s are common. The U.S. department of homeland security will be your first stop along your path. You need to have a “sponsor” to get a visa. This means that you need someone in the U.S. to speak for you. If you apply to a company and they wish to hire you, they may provide the sponsorship. South Africa and the U.S. have some diplomatic agreements and it may be far easier to obtain a visa than from some other nations. This may give you a start.