This land is my land. This land is your land.
It is the land of opportunity. Of a young democracy.
Of falling. Of getting back up. Of dusting the mineral rich soil off yourself,
learning from what made you stumble and becoming ever stronger because of that.
It is a land of sunrises and sunsets, more vibrant and
colourful than most on earth.
It is a land of green, lush forestation; of bright
jacaranda’s lining streets with purple rain; pink bougainvillea sleepily
hanging over walls and fences, yellow cotton balls of thorn tree flowers
calling out to bees to pollenate.
It is a land of dry Karoo, of sands and grass and
cattle; shades of brown and neutral and earth.
It is a land of roads winding through and over and
under mountains and valleys and passes. Of road trips taking you through
seasons and small towns and several cultures all in one day.
It is a land of people. Where nobody looks the same.
Or talks the same. Where accents are the first thing you don’t even realise you
miss when you leave, and when you come back.
It is a land of languages. Of diversity. Of music. Of
tongue clicks and gumboot kicks and supermarket ladies singing gospel while
they bake the daily bread.
It is a land of welcomes. Where others come here as
internationals and leave as Africans because of the place this land harbours in
It is a land of genuine people. Where politicians
might be corrupt (like everywhere else on earth) but the people, the real
people are as real as it gets. Smiles aren’t fake. Other lands will attempt to
seduce you with their seeming perfection, development and structure but that is
all an illusion, synthesised, insincere. There is much more beauty in
imperfection; much more potential in the undeveloped.
It is a land of plenty and also of need. Of need that
can only be addressed by those who know the need intimately; by us, its
inhabitants. Charity is part of how we live. We are taught to contribute to our
community from the moment we start to learn.
It is hence a land we must keep looking after because
God has mandated us by placing us here; by being born here, by growing up
It is a land of the people you love, and of the people
who love you. Where you will leave but a part of it, of us, will never leave