At The Lotus Feet Of The Giver Of Liberation, South Africa 2008
Yes, I am back in Zuid Afrika, Suid Africa, South Africa, Seth Afreeka. Well, however, you want to say it, whatever is the PC thing to say…Mooks is back. Luv ya, baby.
Someone asked me what my realization was after extensive travel in India, Europe and the USA. I said, ‘I now appreciate South Africa and South Africans more; and I feel that travel has helped me become a little more mature.’ From the perspective of book distribution, the crowd in the US and Europe are tougher. South Africans, in contrast, are softer. Huhzitt, bruuuu. Whether it is plaasjapie (transl. ‘country bumpkins’) Afrikaners from the Karoo (desert area in the Eastern Cape) or black-bodied yuppies in Sandton (‘that’s right, doll!’) – they are as soft as butter and as sweet as sugar. They are soft and they are sweet and they have moollah also.
Cape Town is slower and less liquid than Jozi. But the old Mother City is still a lovely spot for books, especially during the holiday period. It’s the party capital of Africa. Here we are now entertain us. WHOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!
Cape Town Ratha Yatra was great and I will post you all some delicious pics when I get settled with my desktop in Jo’burg.
Translations: ‘Ons Sal Lewe Ons Sal Sterwe Ons Vir Jou Suid Africa.’ Our Afrikaans national anthem - ‘We shall live or die for you, South Africa.’ And Nkosi Sikhelele Afrika is our traditional anthem, meaning ‘God Bless Africa.’ Ciao for now. Tweede, mfethu.
