I think after my post about our country, I must clear something up.
I love South Africa. I love the
non-criminals people. I love love love our cultures and how we seem to co-exist perfectly in such vastly different ones.
This is where I can hear the cry of the African Fish Eagle. Where we have amazing sunrises and the sun sets on the country I know.
This is where the people dare to dance on Sarie Maree. Where we can sokkie and gooi mielies. My heart lies with my country. Here. Where I’m accepted and ‘everyone knows my name’.
Where we will talk about Paula and Oom Septimus van Zyl as though they are family. Where we have koeksisters, melktert and souskluitjies. Where sunshine, rugby and braaivleis goes together like nowhere else on earth. Not even in the little ‘south african suburbs’ of Australia.
Where you don’t have to travels days to get to the other side of the country but can experience mountains, the nothing of the Karoo, the heat of Upington and the ice-cold of Sutherland.
This is where I have gone hiking and listened to the endless noise of the sun beetle. Where my children were born and where my heart lies.
I don’t want to leave my country. I don’t. I just don’t want my country taken away from me.