It seems that Zuma’s lucky break has got a lot of South Africans paranoid and double checking for where their passports are. [That’s a good point. Where is my passport?? I haven’t seen it in quite awhile. My brother has to have extra pages couriered over to him cause his is too full, while mine just reads like a Maputo version of that Groundhog Day movie]. So it got me thinking. If you had to up and leave South Africa IMMEDIATELY, and request political asylum somewhere….where would you go?
Zuma’s instatement as president is hardly grounds for another country offering you such status, so you have to imagine that your current passport(s) and visas all must participate in this little fantasy.
I guess I could head to the UK. We don’t need a visa to hop on a plane to there. But if one is going to fantasise, honestly, let’s at least put beaches into the picture. Also, I’d need a working visa and last time I checked, the UK was A-OK on the HIV side, no matter what those Londoner kids are up to behind the school bathrooms.
Maybe Maputo. I have loved my few “working” stints there. And any town that you can keep clubbing until past 8am has to be kick-ass enough to live in while you’re in your twenties. Unfortunately I don’t speak much Portuguese, and Buzzin’ is already off to the UK, so she cannot help me. Plus, considering I have made a concerted effort to learn the language of the Frenchies, and still am useless at it, it’s not like I will just pick up something more than ‘obrigado’ in rapid time.
Perhaps back to France? But as much as I love those little wine-swilling chocolate-and-pastry-overcombining Galics, I don’t think they like me as much sans Shengen visa. I can see Air France leaving me alone and cold on Oli Tambo’s tarmac without even an “Au Revoir”.
But luckily for me, Colonialism did one thing right – African countries speaking my languages – English with French just a skip across a border, development problems and diamonds. Ooo baby, bring the West Coast on! So should our little Zuma really start reaching for his machine gun, you’ll find me panning for diamonds in Sierra Leone, or maybe even Congo Brazzaville if I feel like a more adrenalin-packed day.
[I found the fascinating African diamond countries website via this M&G article about the upcoming Blood Diamonds movie, which I happened to see being filmed when I last was in…Maputo!]