Mzansi

If you ever visit a different country or some far away place, feel free to take advantage of the wanna-be tour guides who are taxi drivers to get an understanding of the area or country that you are visiting. They will tell you the nice places to visit and what foods you might wonna try. They will give you a breakdown of the weather patterns in different cities. They will tell you what Mzansi means.

When I reached Durban at 10minutes past 1 last Sunday, there was no one to meet me at the airport. (But don’t tell my mum that because she will sue someone. Hehe.) Turned out there was some kind of mix up and the person meant to pick me wasn’t communicated to.

The flight from Johannesburg was short and sweet. 50 minutes. The in-flight snack is what was out-of-this-world great. It tasted as good as it looked.

I don’t remember what it was called. But it made my taste buds sing.

Earlier in the day, my family had seen me off to the airport.

Bunny & Kajune on Sunday at 4:30AM. Bunny was saying "Do you know we are going out of Kenya?" Hehe. She thought the airport is out of Kenya.

My KQ  flight which was scheduled for 7:00 but delayed to half past eight “due to bad weather.”

Because I knew the name of the hotel I was going to stay I took a cab. One of those metered cabs where you pay based on time. I loved this cab because every few minutes, the driver would be called using some equipment fitted in the cab and he’d confirm how far he has gone(because it is being monitored anyway).

The taxi driver was called Ndlovu. Not NDOVU. That’s what I heard at first. lol

So, what is Mzansi? I asked Ndlovu after I had ran out of questions. He told me Mzansi means bottom. South Africa is called Mzansi because it is right at the bottom of the map of Africa.

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South Africans are warm and chatty. At first glance.

Come and sit with us! Called out a group of ladies at the cafeteria yesterday. After all the “Where are you froms” and “Do you know so and sos’ one asked me if am married. I said yes. And do you have kids? I said yes, two.

“And…how long will you be here?”

“Three weeks.”

She wondered out loud if that wasn’t ‘too long’ staying away from my family if you know what I mean. We laughed it away.

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Fast forward to today’s lunch time. “So what do you do in the room alone?” My new ‘friend’ asked me.

If this was Facebook I’d answer “Nkt! What do you think I do? Count my toes to see if they are ten?”

“I watch TV.”

“Oh, just TV”, she said.

Here is what I didn’t tell her:

I pray. I take long scented baths. I sing aloud. I catwalk. I think. I miss my girls. I remember their good grades and I smile. I watch TV.I rehearse my presentations with the full length mirror as my audience. I dance. I file my nails. I make coffee. I mute the TV and listen to music. I plan. I scheme. I write. I drink my coffee…

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It’s winter here. I’ve got me several of those long coats they wear in movies. When clad in them, I feel like a movie star. Because of my dreadlocks, they are speaking to me in Zulu. They think I am one of them. I am home in Mzansi or so I think. That’s until my what-do-you-do-in-the-room-alone ‘friend’ tells me “I must take you out sometime.”

Is something wrong with that statement or am I reading too much to it? Then she adds

“Are you on Facebook?……… I’ll look you up so we can chat”

Huh?

Note to self : I seriously need a PLAN for this weekend. I’d ‘go out with’ my new “friend” if I didn’t think there was something creepy about her. Maybe she’s just nice and I am the one who’s uptight. Maybe I’ll just call Ndlovu and he’ll drop me to town.

Wait, I think I know someone we went to school with, who lives in SA. I might just have a plan for the weekend after all.

 

 

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