My Jo’burg Stay Away
When I heard that a group of guys I know actually spent the whole of the festive holiday playing Monopoly, I was really intrigued… I mean, yeah you’re home and have nothing to do, mara Molopoly? Anyway, turns out that it’s the new concrete jungle sport, these guys take their boards everywhere… Wierd, but true! Happy New Year! I sincerely hope that you’re happy to be in the New Year because ready or not you’re in it, whether you’re happy or not or you believe it or not. As for 2006 and all the memories good or bad “can we have amafluit bafwethu?” I hope that you’ve enjoyed yourselves and at least got to enjoy not going to work or to school for that matter and I hope you packed the stomach with all the food and drink that was on offer, which has become synonymous with the festive season. At least that’s what consoled the rest of us who stayed in Jo’burg on chill mode. With all the preparations that I’d made for the December holidays with my boys, my staying in Jo’burg over December was not the plan and it sort of reminded me of when I was still at school. The holidays begin and you have to look forward to staying at home. Broke, and in the dusty streets of Soweto, you knew that you were in for some major boredom, dust, alcoholics and watching chicks that spend their holidays in the front seat of some playas car. So come summer 2006, I’m older, more resourceful, more cash and single with an Audi A3 with an empty front seat (know what I mean), one kinda had the feeling that I had to live up to some playalistic expectations that have been made constitution by MTV HIP POP urban culture. After our Cape Town plans fell through due to spending R12 000 on getting the car ready, paying debts and sundries, it just became practical to spend the rest of the R3000 in Jo’burg instead of going to Cape Town to become a bergie in the name of sticking to plan A. Fair enough December started with a bang, last minute jobs that’ll pay in February, free parties, beautiful weather with afternoon rain. It’s amazing how people behave when December rolls around. It’s like we all behave like school kids who’ve finished their exams and they’re just waiting to GO. And that’s just what happened. People went. It was so evident. It’s actually scary. Jo’burg doesn’t look normal empty. Imagine driving on the M1 South from Woodmead to the CBD at 100km/h at 16H55 and getting there in ten...
We will be back!
