I see that there is a whole national spirit to go along with my recent name change. I am changing mine to Sister Mary Champs, in an attempt to become better behaved & avoid the pits of Hell. Our dear sweet bored government has recently set their sites on changing Jo’burg International Airport to the Oliver Tambo Airport & KwaZulu Natal to just plain KwaZulu, and well, Pretoria is an issue beyond bloggable explanations.
My favourite part of a report last night on the news was when the reporter stated, “And the airport is not even in Johannesburg, but rather in Kempton Park”. Ah, well yes, luckily for us Kempton Park is the pumping jazzy-lit internationally-infamous town that it is, otherwise how would people in Toronto or Timbuktu know to access the hub of Africa via this East-Ended one-horse “dorpie”.
And I see the necessity & priority of ridding the New South Africa of any form of past history, whether it be Colonialism, Apartheid, or just the plain old past reality. I was not aware that “Natal” was the disgraceful swearword that my under worked government has gratefully pointed out to me.
But I bet I am a whole lot less grateful than the millions of South Africans who are currently freezing their butts of in whatever-named town it is in which they squat, starve, lack water/ lights/ police enforcement/ rape- & sexual abuse–eradication, and in which +25% suffer from HIV and die of AIDS. At least they know their government is fully focused on their daily plights and is putting ALL its time, energy, and most especially finances into addressing such pressing issues!