Yesterday I went with 3 colleagues to visit another colleague/ friend in Soweto. (She just had a baby boy. Ridiculously cute! I was quite content...until talk of how the labour went. Ow ow ow. Ewwww). My colleagues are black, 2 from SA & one from Zambia. I am white. I had to drive because, to quote, "You know the area best".
And I did. We had a map book, which we didn't need. All she had to say was 4 streets after "Mudjaji Street" (sp?) & I was situated.
The last time I was in Soweto, for a friend's birthday, my friend's elderly aunt came up to me out of the blue & gave me a massive hug, and that was it. When I asked, "WTF?" I was told she was just so happy & amazed to see white people in the townships. And everyone so chilled & happy together these days.
Can you imagine - that aunt probably recalls polisiekops & riots, late night raids & fear. Now she sees a young white chickie pull up on her ace @ sunset, with a six-pack of savannas & a need for a good braai, pap & atcha (sp?), & dancin'!!
Can you imagine how surreal THAT must be for her!
P.S. If this post establishes anything, it is that I might know where to find all things SA, but I definitely don't know how to spell them!!
P.P.S Guys, other than never having to go through labour, you can also be grateful you probably never have to be part of convos about it. Never hear words & phrases like "Tearing from here to here", "Stitching", "He was so big, they thought I was having twins", "Left my feet in the air while they...", "Then the doctor had to insert....", "I am going to sue them because they wouldn't even give me an epidural", "You're next" (AAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhh), "The worst part was when...." no, I think I will stop there!
I need an epidural just to get through those convos.