We were flying around a sharp corner. That last part of Chapman’s Peak right where it turns into Hout Bay. It’s difficult to hear anything except adrenalin pumping through your veins at that point, but this one-liner from a passing cyclist stood out.
We hear it said all the time, “South Africa is one of the most beautiful places in the world.” And it’s true. But to really pack the punch, I think next time I hear it I’ll be following up with this one-liner, “Yup, this is God’s country.”
We were cramped up in the kitchen at work – where I overhear a plethora of conversations on a daily basis. Surprisingly this is the first one I’ve actually documented. Probably because it perfectly articulated what I’ve been feeling of late. How is it that work does this to you? Or is it just a case of getting older? Either way, I’m determined not to let it be a permanent thing. Life’s too short for that.
He was a little man named Noor and the tour guide at District Six Museum. We arrived early on a Sunday morning, only to find that our tour hadn’t actually been booked. Graciously, he still took the time to talk to us. A man with many memories, you could see the impact of Apartheid in his eyes. His grandfather had thirty children and four wives, all born from the same house on what was then Caledon Road in District Six. Despite owning twenty-nine other houses in the area, the family has yet to be recompensed with one, forty-six years later.
The optimism took me by surprise – especially that it came from a Developer (generally known for their pessimism towards the industry). After working in an agency for two years now, I have found that a lot of people spend their days complaining about how tough it is and how “we should all just go client side”. But hearing these words in the office reignited that deep part of me that believes that advertising has powerful potential for good. Hopefully it did the same for you.
Can’t decide if this is an example of white privilege or just plain ignorance. Either way, it’s not right.
– Stompie courtesy of Sarah Hotz, whilst waiting in the queue for Origin.
We all sat waiting in anticipation for the Adderley Street lights to come on. Apparently some more excited than others.
They walked by so quickly that I couldn’t hear the rest of their sentence. I didn’t need to though as I could see where they were going. Placards in hand and bandanas on their heads, fists gripped ready for the fight. Yes, there’s a new generation rising and no one can ignore it.