Rural Notes

Notes on a rural life:

A quiet Saturday night.

Quitting your job and two weeks later getting it back because you need it and they need it and no hard feelings. In fact, you have a little laugh and it's all blamed on pms.

A one-bedroomed flat, with a lounge, a huge kitchen, a huge bathroom (shower and bath), bedroom with built-in cupboards and a big outside yard, all in a very secure, quiet neighbourhood, for N$1000.00 per month.

A landlady who you know personally because she drinks coffee at your bistro everyday.

Pedalling to work on your bycicle. There and back in 5 minutes.

Driving to your sisters flat in the morning, at 7.30 and not passing ONE single car. This is morning traffic.

Shameless affairs.

Fitness classes with a guy called Mohamed (he of the steel) and meeting a woman they call "Get Lucky Sheila".

Fittness classes with a guy called Mohammed in an old, downfallen building with a sign that proclaims "Agra".

Fittness classes.

Steaks that come on extra big plates because they do not fit on the normal plates.

Driving to Windhoek, which is 320km away, for a party.

1 hour lunch breaks

Half-day off from work on your birthday.

Racism.

Sexism.

Lots of mechanics. Really. There are a lot of them. They are everwhere.

A guy called Piet Windpomp who sings at the annual "Wild Fees", which features braai contests, pooitjie contests and drinking.

Well, that's all I can think of now.
Will become a regular feature.

Any rural observations from your side will be appreciated.