will the real uMlungu, please stand up

I found myself blankly staring at the TV today with a beer in one hand and half a bag of biltong in the other, even though I began at the kettle ready to make a cup of tea. But what can I say, it was 6pm after a long day of work and I just needed to unwind.

I wasn't going to watch Days, or some rubbish other programme that was trying to be entertaining, so instead I settled for e News in isiZulu. Not that I'm fluent or wanted to watch the news. It was just a good spot to stop thinking. But then, a story about another uMlungu and using taxis caught my attention... Without understanding the dialogue, I wondered if he was a do-gooder breaking the social divide (can you see my own guilt creeping in their). Commuters were interviewed, the taxi driver was interviewed and then Alex was interviewed... if my eyes were closed, I would have thought he was a black man! He spoke fluently and turns out he is a conductor / door man on the taxis who takes your money, and gives you change.

I love this place. mmmmm Mzansi for sure!