========<() ♬ ♩♪♫ ♬ ♩♪♫ ♬♬ ♩♪♫ – This is a Vuvuzela and the tune it plays! Yes – today even the criticism about the infamous Vuvuzelas made me proud. So what if we are the first country that have collectively found/created something that is SO annoying that everyone talks about it!
Where else in the world will you force journalists and punters to knot their lips and tongues around the uniqueness of expressing the word, not even to speak of the sound they make??! I say fair play to us!
I was sitting in Kilkenny this morning, waiting for Barbara and the gang from the States to return from the castle, and working away on this here ol’ laptop, sipping a coffee or two most sophisticated – when across the road two ladies sat down. It did not take me long to recognise the accent (and for those not in the know – there are not a lot of random Saffas in this neck of the woods). As today was the day it was, I engaged in conversation – and vuvuzela! (this is the new expression for Voila!) – the one had her cardigan open donning an all Bafana Bafana shirt, and the other was equally enthusiastic about Rooibos. I realised then that this was the sign I was waiting for.
That was the moment that I now know no matter what the outcome, I will be supporting the Bafana Bafana side as if they were the Springboks themselves. I will wrap myself in my Africanness, I willi’Nkosi Sikilele to the highest mountains, I will swallow away the lump in my throat right now, and I will remind myself no matter where in the world, and no matter how many cultures I embrace – I never want to be anything BUT Proudly South African.
Laduuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! I wish I was home.