afrique du sud

Sometimes when everything just gets too much to handle, it is natural to want to run away, fly away, immigrate or just disappear. With honesty you cannot read this and say you have not felt like just going to buy a bread and never returning . I have had my share of wanting to run, we have all been so fed up with people, work and politics in this country, the grass always seem greener on the other side.

I could not wait to leave this country, from the moment i touched down on the other side ,everything was great , worked smoothly , efficiently.... i couldn't wait to get back home. 4 days overseas and i begged for a early ticket home.. i had 10 more days to go.. great , i always wanted to leave now all i want to do is go back home. A swallowed a lump in my throat when the pilot said " ladies and gentleman, we have entered into South African airspace, and should be touching down in JHB at 8am" i have never been so happy to hear " Johannesburg" i wanted to belt out the anthem.

there is something about this country, the people, the smell the familiarity of all the chaos. Our own uniqueness, our africaness.

I drive to work and sometimes with a heavy heart, wanting to yet again escape , i look to my side,the lion park, the zebras next to the road, the Giraffe elegantly going about eating leaves , and i realize , the grass is not greener anywhere but here...

Next time i want to escape, i might have to settle for pofadder or klip agter water, or somewhere in the karoo...

But for now i settle for the familiar smell of smog and the endless chaotic que at the postoffice.