...proudly.I read the newspapers often. And like every other South African, I sigh about the inept government, Julius Malema and the increasing price of petrol. I have a good giggle at the Zapiro cartoons, especially the one from this weekend where Zuma's car has the popular 'my family' sticker series on the back of his car. The politics are a joke; almost as bad as our national soccer team. Did you know South Africa's schools has the best soccer program in the world? So why is out team so bad??
Despite this and that increasing feeling of "**** this, I am going to Europe before this place turns into the next Zimbabwe" or "being white in South Africa is a curse", I am drawn into the culture of South African. My father is Welsh and my mother South African, and I have watched my father miss things such as rabbit stew, the country and Welsh rugby with the crazed barbaric fans. When I went oversees, I realized more and more how part of the culture I am. I missed driving on open roads with the sun blazing through the windows, I missed a Sunday braai with chops, wors and a good Castle draft. I missed the beaches where you could just join a game of touch rugby and buy ice cream off friendly street vendors. And I missed the good looking people with their friendly natures and easy charm.
Yes, and there is Table Mountain and the Kruger National Park and blah blah blah... that is for tourists. Nowhere else would I have a huge back yard full of my friends, having a huge kuier with good old Olof Bergh, a good beer and amazing red wine. Steak still has blood in it and you smell like fire when you go home. Our country is so beautiful. Let's look at OUR culture, instead of letting government and politics infiltrate that. Ek is trots Suid Afrikaans!
deleted 26-30 3 Responses 1 Jun 19, 2012