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I cried for you today…

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Dear South Africa with love …

I cried for you today – as I have done many times
As the tears spilled down my cheeks,
I thought of your skies and wild plains

I felt your drum beat and heard your lions roar
I heard the summer crickets kritty clicking the click click song

I thought of your warm smiles and open hearts and mothers with children they carried on their backs
And our childhood companions,
brothers and sisters from different mothers who we knew before they taught you to hate, before we knew what different colours we were.

I thought of the African sunshine waking us up every morning
And how we thought we’d be in our home forever
Never imagining for one moment that we would leave of choice, of our own free will

I thought about how we braved ourselves thinking we would be fine elsewhere
And that Africa and its politics could go and hang for all we cared

And we moved away and boarded planes
And we set up basecamp in the far flung corners of the planet, away from home

And we smiled at the Canadian Newfie jokes
And we braaied our boerewors on Australian beaches

And we celebrated American independence day
And we froze our ass in the UK winters

And we were frowned upon with our raw meat eating habits by our pasty pie friends or vegan neighbours
And we learnt new slang and borrowed accents and other people’s cultures to fit in, to belong

But there’s a heart of an African that runs deeper
It’s unspoken and cannot be verbally explained

But it’s uncovered when one African finds another
It breathes life into the soul
No matter whether they be in China, Germany, Russia or Ireland

And as we find each other we loose each other in the mix of our different journeys
But still we can’t let go – that silent familiar echo calls below the surface

So we make batches of sticky koeksusters
And we dance to our Johnny Clegg scatterlings of Africa and Mango Groove’s special star to remember our humbled happiness and call each other Broer

But in the circle of life, the lion sleeps tonight
As we pour out the rooibos tea
And we realise we too have lost our colour…….

As our rainbow has slipped from us
We have become the world …. neutral in identity

No more do we slip into Xhosa, Zulu. Sindebele and Shona greetings and “Yebo Gogos” whenever we meet
And we remembered we were not English, not Canadian, not Australian, nor French, nor American

No, we are Africans and we are too far away from home, kicked Out of Africa

Far from the lazy Limpopo, the thirsty Swellendam, the hearty Harties,
Far away from the mozies in our ears at night
And the fuk-are-we birds and the sexual Fish Eagles cries
Far away from the Kariba Sunset and Table Mountain views
No more black jacks in our socks or blue bottle stings on our thighs

No, we’re miles away from the roar of the mighty Bridal Falls and the Vaal that runs through us as blue as Blue Bulls in our veins, as surely as we migrated with the wildebeest, as we ran with the cheetah and chanted for the Springboks, through the rain and African lightening thunderstorms we were drenched with life

Happy with our aging young spirited parents sipping G&Ts and Whiskey on the rocks at the Lost City on the stoop of the Cabanas overlooking the thatched Lapas with the African Sunset and tribal Zulu dancers

And our hearts wept and broke when we realised that that was the last of our true freedom

And we know we are not okay after all – but ssssh voorentoe gaan ons voort

We were trapped in mundane and we had left our souls in the land of our birth. We have no Independence day to celebrate, we have no Labour Day to relate or an anthem to save our gracious Queen
How I wish we had some heritage to celebrate but that too was taken away and erased from history

Our forefathers and visionaries are all gone
And our expectations have vanished in the dust of the years
Now all we can do is pray for deliverance, embrace other’s cultures as our own
And HOPE our memories last long enough for us to share them with our children and grand children

Those who will never know the inheritance and absolute beauty of Africa that we wanted to pass on to them
This will only live on in our stories and faded memories

And as we wipe away those tears and wonderful years
We give thanks for being fortunate and blessed to have experienced Africa

The summers with burnt tanned skins at the beaches and safaris through the bushveld. For the elephant’s matriarchal society nurtured us and taught us the values of life

I will never stop longing for peace in Africa

I pray for the starving children
And the brothers and sisters with AIDS
And the fathers who cannot save their families
And the mothers with babies dying in their arms

And in my dreams I return
Every night and walk where our foot prints have blown away
Although we are no longer there
You reside in our hearts, in our minds
In our identity – in our generation

For how can a heart forget

I haven’t lost my way, I just follow the rhythm of an old mislaid life map
Perhaps some day too I will return
But this is one of the greatest burdens the human heart carries

As every South African know 

Author

bronwen@scholtzfamily.co.za

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