So – about a month ago – I decided to give everybody along our network of dirt roads a lift. Despite the warnings my mother gave me – that your throat will be cut! For a cellphone – or just for the sake of it .
So I pick up Alice today – umbrella in hand – seeming to be stuggling with old legs. Something must have gone really wrong in the translation of what I wanted to do. Because after about 50 minutes – the bakkie skipping and jumping – doing crab crawls through the mud – I ask her – so where do you stay? Uhm – miesies – there where you picked me up! Oh my word - what was she thinking?!
So I turn around and take her home.
I will ask her to stop calling me miesies – I will say to her if she calls me miesies I will call her husband baas.
And quite frankly I do not know what mxm means. I need to learn an African language.
And I feel like a fool – for thinking that a lift is helping.
How can I really help?