Like old ways, old habbits, old beliefs, old traditions... will this lovely sunny South Africa ever change its tune and rhythm? And if it changes... aren't we stuck with the old tune. Spoke to two puppets from other countries in the last week. Ons puppet from the UK and another puppet from Switzerland... and they both had the same thing to say:
"White South Africans are rude... {I always thought different} Black, White, Coloured, Indian... don't realy care who or what.... are not hospitable towards the people they serve, the man in the street. The live in a jail, their own jail... I hate johannesburg!
My question to myself is: did I become so trapped in my own little world, my own problems, my own little me, that I am in a jail?
We need to rethink this.... I love Africa, I love Johannesburg (which is told by the Swiss puppet is bigger than New York), I love being part of the culture AND tradition of what ever race, but I have to have space and understanding... compassion... I have to laugh life... in Africa because we are unique. I need to know the waiters name that serve me... help the beggar on the corner, smile at the car guard when I pay him, pay my own bills, discover new horisons, drink coffee with strangers more, read more, be quiet more... be more, live more...
