The one thing about staying in Joburg over the Christmas season is it becomes the most rustig place in the country – well, almost. But the problem with that is that you get so laid back, it’s hard to pull yourself back upright again! I have to admit to having got so relaxed I pretty much fell through my own butt, and having serious problems climbing back out again. Which is why it’s been a while since I last posted. Still entrapped in a somnolent summer slumber…
And I’m not the only person who’s feeling that. There seems to be, well, other than on our dreadful potholed race-roads, a general feeling of slackness – if you will. Yes, this is the city where we all work, and yes, we are doing it, but with an almost Capetonian laid-backness about it all. Or maybe we’ve just got the post World Cup hangover – a babelas that although not exactly painful certainly doesn’t want you to get too busy.
And a visiting friend from the UK mentioned that he’s noticed all over the country that people are happy. Carrying on with the good intentions and good feelings that pervaded the land last year. Whereas he reckons everywhere else he goes in the world (and mentioned specifically Spain, Portugal, England and Ireland) there’s a miasma of depression, a tangible malaise because the economy has gone bang in so many places.
Well, despite the billing crisis here in Gauteng, thanks to the ineptitude of our ‘overworked’ (yeah right) local government and municipal workers (hopefully when voting time comes, people see the light and actually vote for the people who can get things to work), and traffic lights being out of order because some bright uncivil servants realised they could steal the sim-cards in the boxes that organise the synchronisation of the lights and use them to make unlimited phone calls overseas for free, leaving the traffic in a state not worth discussing), and notwithstanding the January rains (with the overcastness continuing now into Feb) it’s true – Seffricans seem to be rather sunshiney on the whole (unless they hit a pothole! But things are coming right there too. Yay. Thanks to Private Enterprise, in the guise of the Dial Direct Pothole Brigade who’ve taken it upon themselves to fix potholes, and do so rather quickly after the public tell them where the gatte are by posting on their site. And another insurance company, have, of course, been showing up the government/municipality too, by having OUTsurance pointspeople at non-working robots, erm, sorry, traffic lights, as the Metro cops, who should be doing the job are either too fat or too untogether to do their jobs! Yebo madoda – Stomachs een – Chest out should still be your motto…).
Football Fridays have returned in the guise of hoping to fan the fires of our sometimes rather chokey cricket team. And there’s rugby World Cup coming up later in the year too – so what’s not to be excited about! There’s definitely a feeling of ‘can do’ in the air, with many now choosing to only find the positives, rather than allowing people to tell them why they can’t or why something is wrong. We, as a people, if we just pull together an eintjie, can fix it.
So, for all those dedicated and loyal citizens of our fair city who’ve kept the flags flying – good on you! Time to see a lot more out and about I reckon. Bring back the spirit of Ubuntu.