It’s been a while since I’ve
written. I’ve felt a bit
uninspired, perhaps because of the countless times I’ve been cheated with this
building operation (and let me tell you it never stops!). Also, last week I had an incident where
an Ethiopian guy without a licence drove into my car and now well, he’s just
walking away with no worries while I’ve got to deal with the damage
myself. This after the police
officer was the one that suggested not arresting him because he said he could
pay for the damage. I didn’t
believe it then and I believe it much less now, a week later and no word from
this guy. Even the police officer
is useless in helping me find him.
Apparently he doesn’t have airtime to phone him. Right. What else? Do I
smell corruption in the air?
Anyway, my spirits have been boosted a
bit by somebody who bought me a door for the Reading Hut and someone
anonymous deposited R500 in my account, also for the Reading Hut. Thank you people! God bless you a hundredfold!
In the meantime I had a guy putting up a
fence for me around the Reading Hut and now he is supposedly finished. But never in my life had I seen poles
put in so skew… The people walk past and tell me that my poles are sleeping! Am I going to be relieved when this business is finished...
On Saturday night I went out to the
Bomvu festival. They had some
mamas dancing, the Bomvu Tribal Rhythms Band playing and some Djs to finish off
the rest of the evening. I was
there to enjoy myself with dancing and do a bit of a fire poi performance for
the crowds (mostly other performers and locals), it was fun.
The Friday night rained and I thought
we’d have no rain that night, there were stars in the sky when I went out. But sometime during the evening a
strong wind came up and rain was falling.
Just before 2am I left and headed homewards. As I drove into the campsite, the outside lights flickered
and went out. Pitch darkness. I was still in my car and couldn’t even
see my caravan. Then the lights
flickered on again for a second and was out again. I got out in the wind and rain and ran toward where I knew
my caravan and tent were standing.
When I reached it, nothing felt the same. I walked into my chairs and and felt around for the zip. I realized that my whole front porch
section of the tent was gone. All
the poles and tent pens were out, even the extra rope I used for extra
security. It was all flapping on
the roof of the tent.
I went inside and tried to find the door
handle. It was so dark, I’ve never
seen anything like it. I found my
little lantern and got a candle out.
There was no ways I could find my way to the bathroom. The whole place was dark as a cave.
Later when I blew out the candle, it was
so dark that I had to blink my eyes often, trying to figure out if my eyes were
open or closed. That must be
what it’s like to be blind. I was
just longing for a little piece of light somewhere. I couldn’t sleep that night. I feared every loud gush of the wind to rip something
apart. My tent was flapping all
over the place and my caravan was shaking like a washing machine reaching it’s
final rounds
Electricity finally came back on this
afternoon... So thankful.
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