This would have been a more reflective piece, but my energies are currently diverted. Busy working on plans D through G. I’ve come across a few people (relatives mostly) who ask me why I left ‘abroad’ to return to Africa. I was starting to ask myself the same question when I came across (while re-organizing earthly possessions – working on emulating one JKE who once blogged that he had lived out of two bags for 18 months) a notebook with my musings while I was ‘abroad’. I returned for one simple reason: my heart pestered me. And as I always try to explain to people, in my experience, there’s a certain psychological comfort about being among people who look and talk like you. Xenophobic attacks notwithstanding. I would have added “people who think like you”, but I’m still mulling over that one. Think this continent should now be divided, not along ethnic or national lines, but along the lines of your thought process. But I’m sure we’d all claim that we were progressive.
As I was thinking “whither Africa?” I came across a fabulous blog. As always, the beauty of blogging is in the comments, and the insults and charged words leveled at one Sarah Britten have been very helpful to my thought process about a place on this earth that I can call home. It’s not that any of the ideas there are new, it’s just that the discussion explored the issue around being part of ‘the traveling circus’ quite well. My favorite parts:
I warned you that the longer you’re away, the weirder SA will appear to have grown until it has “transformed” into such depth of weirdness that going back would be more bizarre than moving to Kazakhstan to be Borat’s love-slave.
If you chose to leave then look forward and feel nostalgia, not guilt. Guilt it’s at people while nostalgia reminds you of where you came from and what your choices actually mean. Guilt really is a fruitless emotion that will only aid you in making irrational decisions.
… the private armies of the rich will protect the people in sandton and bryanston and houghton long before the national army will. the people living there know this. the national army knows this. and, more importantly, the people in the townships know this. why do you think it was joburg cbd that got the brunt of urban destruction and not sandton cbd?
I get your point about having options. Everyone in the world wants MORE options…and you establishing a life in any other country, whether it be Oz or somewhere in Africa or the Americas, gives you MORE options.
Granted, S.A has its problem’s, lots of them. What we need is positive energy (collectively) in order overcome them.
Either this is your country or it isn’t. Either you feel you belong or you don’t.
Migration of all sorts is as old as homo sapiens!!! Patriotism is a dated concept, over romanticised, exploited throughout the centuries by politicians. Rarely used for positive good.
Does it occur to you that there are many of us who would leave if we could but are constrained by age, passport, finances, etc.
…These three options, i think, contains more integrity than the supposed Nirvana of endless options open to the atomic individual with money or scarce skills in his or her pocket. Remember that world conditions are such that the material cookie of safe havens like Australia may also crumble in the medium term. There are valuable human and survival skills to be gained on the more jumpy rides offered in middle countries, especially if it is your own.
And of course Sarah chimes in towards the end:
I think I’m going to include a chapter of insults directed at me in the next South African Insult book. It’s only fair and besides, I’d hate to waste all of this wonderful material.
Someone once likened blogs to toilet wall graffiti. I’ve always found toilet wall graffiti mostly thought provoking and now, very useful in crystallizing thoughts
