As a regular traveller within SA and an unfortunate user of very early flights I can state that the economic recovery is well under way! The reasoning behind that prognosis is very simple, but then simplicity has always worked. The man behind the Dow-Jones index originally used the simple test of checking how many chimneys were being used at the steel mills and other factories, as a sign of industrial well being. I believe that a suitably reliable indicator in the 21st century is the length of the queue at airport security at 5.30am. Three years ago that queue, even allowing for inefficiencies, was daunting and quite unbelievably long.
If at first you don’t succeed, well you must just be like the rest of us mere mortals! But what do we mean by succeed and against what are we judging ourselves and that level of success?
It is not often that you get to be in the company of genius so when you get to be in the company of two of them you are in one of those halcyon moments, one you must cherish.
When you get to be in the presence of two geniuses coupled with two beautiful women, then you should chill, kick back, suck it up and learn to enjoy life! Well this lucky boy was in such a position only a few days ago and I am still in POG mode!
Here is to those we have loved and kept and here is to those we have loved and lost, here is to the secret of life; the ability to love and endure!
Life is for the living and not for the dead! Life is for those daily tests, that tell us we are alive. Then by surviving them we get to enjoy these delicate, indescribably wonderful moments that make life what it is, unique, special, treasured!
Sitting in the airport on a dark cold morning with a one hour flight delay may not appear, at first glance, to be the most inspirational place on the planet, but then first impressions can be often wrong.
Wrong, because it served as a reminder of the multiple layers of life that make up our society. The travelers, some on business visiting our shores, some on holiday following their team. The locals split into those working, booking us in, cleaning shoes, selling goods at the shop and those also travelling on business or following team Bafana!
I met a man and what a tale he had to tell. He was an older, if not wiser, man than most, but the story of his life over the last twenty years was remarkable, an adventure that was to my mind extraordinary and if anyone had told me such a tale 20 years ago I would not have believed them.
This man had travelled, he had journeyed through continents and over thirty countries and he had seen poverty and pompous wealth at first hand. He had made fortunes and lost them, smiled and made them all over again.
He had loved beautiful women and been loved back and now in his mature years he had found the perfect partner. He had made friends and lost many, yet kept all those that mattered, he had children he would die for and parents that would die for him.
His life’s journey had taken him from a proud and principled working class background, to a position he never dreamt of. Yet he knew his position, his place in life and his people, he knew where he was from and where he was going. A man who saw more wealth in wonder and the love of life, than in mere money. A man with a love for simplicity and comfort over the collection of material objects.
This man told me about a country that he loved and a people confused by their own capacity. He had seen fear, hatred and division crumble in the face of honesty, compassion and forgiveness.
As I sit here in my nuclear fall out shatter, banned by my editor from mentioning soccer and yet surrounded by tofu and recently stocked up supplies of low fat yoghurt, olives and other essential supplies I wonder if I will survive the World Cup food shortages (sorry Ed)! There has been a run on sushi, soft cheese and salami but there did appear to be lots of people buying up wine, especially the expensive French fizzy variety.
Yes these are strange days are they not? A new British Prime Minister, cheap pounds available at 11 to the rand and a distinct lack of Match (FIFA) representatives available to take responsibilityÂ for all the unsold accommodation (hence the availability of caviar and oysters in the local Spar) and the sudden realization that it’s all about football or if you prefer soccer, not property speculation!
Cometh the moment, cometh the man! Cometh the current financial crisis, cometh the need for many families and individuals to face up to that “moment”, these are days of reflection!
As many areas of the world proclaim they are entering a lighter and brighter position with hope beckoning them from the end of the tunnel, others are only just entering that tunnel or still travelling through its musky dark and dank bowels.
Can you hear me mother? It’s an old English comedy line but a bit too close to how I have felt over the last few months. A sad rather pathetic Lancastrian comedian, no not me, George Formby would cry out the above line whenever life became too hectic or confusing!
The last few months, or rather the whole of 2010 to date, has passed in a blur! I have hardly digested my Christmas dinner and the Easter eggs have already been consumed! Next stop the scary world of FIFA, in June/July and before we know it will be Spring and Summer, and oh dear, another round of Christmas. It’s strange how time actually bares no relation to a clock, time has no rules and yet it can dictate our every action and then disappear, taking hours and days in what seems like seconds.
One of our dinosaurs is missing! Remember that little fun movie? Well Polokwane, home to ANC coups and pending World Cup football, has just scripted the sequel. 80 of our ambulances are missing No seriously, out of 100 new ambulances they have lost 80, honestly. Has anyone been charged, fired, suspended or even given a slapped wrist? Don’t be silly, but an investigation has begun into how 80% of the regions ambulances are missing and or intensive care, well what a relief and how decisive!