A NEW, NON-DISCRIMINATING SOUTH AFRICA HAS ARRIVED
I saw happiness in the glittering eyes of Julius, happiness that melted like margarine on a hot frying pan as our brand new South Africa touched the ground like a Boeing at OR Tambo. Julius’ eye-balls almost shot out of their sockets when he spotted an Isuzu long wheel base bakkie that pulled up at a filling station for diesel and an obese smiling black man in a bluish safari suit, flat grasshopper pair of shoes, long folded grey socks that had a comb embedded at the tip of one of them, a big light-brown hat with tiger spots band around it, sitting behind the steering wheel smoking a cigar next to his dog hanging a long tongue whilst a group of white boys were sharing two brown bread loaves at the back of his bakkie. Anyhow their boss forgot to buy them slap chips and instead he bought pints of milk for every one of them. After paying the white petrol/diesel attendant lady and also signalled to her that he could not wait for few shillings as change, then the heavily soiled bakkie took off in a breakneck speed to deliver the boys at their working place to come and fetch them deep in the evening to their compound where they would sleep, and he would come and fetch them again in the morning for their routine. Anyhow even if he chooses not to pay them with money, he still has an option to give them a bag of mealimeel and meat from a dead sheep that was taken ill for some time before it surrendered.
Julius said the real good times which he named; ‘Moment Of Truth’, are coming after May when we’ll observe with satisfaction that our roads do not have potholes anymore because when you drive on them, you so often spot a group of white men in dirty overalls working tirelessly in scorching heat whilst their black boss wearing khaki shirt and shorts with hiking shoes on his feet, is sitting in the bakkie with one hand clutching to his tobacco pipe refilling it with fresh tobacco leaves and their nicotine colouring his teeth like that of a chimpanzee. I have no complain as long as our roads would stay safe because they are presently infested with big potholes like swimming pools in big city suburbs because not everybody contributes, we are looking only at a small part of our people, black force (black labour) but everybody want to use them and everybody complains when these roads are not user friendly.
One afternoon just after lunch when Julius and co. were driving to Ellisras, they caught a view of a group of white females working in the plantation with linen wrapped around their heads and necks in an Arab style with only eyeballs left to see. These are plantations ranging between the towns, Groblersdal and Zebediela including the orange fields. “I would love to see them walking in files in the evening when they knock off with smell of oranges and tomato all over them”, Julius said. He also told us that he would at times pass a building, and observed with interest; a group of white energetic young men erecting scaffolding around a building and when he came back he again saw a group of other white energetic young men in paint stained overalls busy with paint cans and brushes panting for our new South Africa. Don’t forget the general workers and safety watchers doing a safe and beautiful work. I know of someone who can give them training and play supervision as well over them.
Another eye-catching activity was a group of white workers sleeping in the garden, snoring heavily, on lunch time indicating they were tired because they were actively involved in an energy sapping job like digging of a trench. They are building a new South Africa with no domination of one over another, as equals with no colour reflection. I’m still trying to figure it out why did Julius get the services of a white lady as his kitchen girl, housemaid. Wouldn’t that have a negative impact on blacks’ employment?
One situation Julius said he did not like was when he saw a big crowd of White women and children marching to municipality offices to hand a memorandum about eradication of bucket system in their informal settlement, slumps, or you may call it shack village or shanty town. But anyhow in Azania, people shall share the wealth of the country, enjoying the fruits of democracy together and maybe also the toils as one nation!! I regret not telling him that he was only dreaming.
Welcome, New South Africa!!
By: Modiba Kadi