Sitting in the back of a cab on my way to a complete strangers environment!
It is exhilarating! After a few weeks of spinning my wheels, for an another, I have had to accept that I may have barked up the wrong tree. I WAS HOPING NOT, AND STILL DO. However, if said another is not setting ALL the cards on the table; done is what must be so. Sadly!
A moment that has caught me by surprise is the reason for my journey into another’s space. It is a while since I was invited, organically and authentically, to another’s environment. So in the cab passing Emmarentia Dam to Melville, Johannesburg, South Africa the view is uplifting and bright green. The rains have blown the green the landscape into full saturation.
Emmarentia dam, Johannesburg
What an experience!
A quick little picture diary, the sequence of events that created a most memorable time!
The wonderful cooks
Fish… it was awesome!
Points of view from the Taxify cab of YEOVILLE, JOHANNESBURG.
THE BLUE SQUARE, IN THE PIC….
After a pretty spectacular dinner, the fish was fresh and the phenomenal flavoring was gobsmacking, a night of being the only pale skin in a bar ensued. It was daunting. I did my best to gel in but it was hard when one stands out simply based on ones skin. Needless to say, whether stupid, brave or both I needed to represent. I did in the way I know best. The dance floor. It wasn’t long before I had captured the eyes of all and sundry. My friends thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle I showed. Apparently people were amazed that I was sober and had the guts to let it all hang out on the floor. I held nothing back. Besides the fact that I love dancing, I wanted to show that I wasn’t intimidated by others with obviously different skin. It worked and by the end of the evening I had rocked the house to a standstill. It has been a loooong time since I could just let my hair down and be free to enjoy myself. I was protected and felt safe. Dancing created a point of connection and friendliness paved the bridge from the cultural divide. It was an amazing night that I will not forget easily.
Chilling afterwards and discussing the cultural differences of Congolese, Cameroonian, Nigerian and white 🇿🇦 perspective brought a greater level of acceptance and understanding. It was an incredible exchange of life.
In the following video, SWEET SUNDAY PERVE, Tee and I got a little personal regarding our different experiences. To watch our amateur but insightful video click ⬇️.
SWEET SUNDAY PERVE In, ‘ Conversations in a Cab 20’, the Driver opened up about some experiences having grown up in Apartheid South Africa. The story of his cousin, a young teenager, being arrested for 15 years for taking an emergency whizz against a wall is Sad and outrageous. To listen click ⬇️.
CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 20
, may offer some avenues to explore, whilst looking great adventures whilst looking smokin’ hot. And getting a more blow by blow account of my mission to be the kind of human that is opening doors to a more integrated society.
Like Mmusi Maimane said in his Heritage day Speech, “ Integrated suburbs, not white suburbs or black suburbs, etc, but cross-cultural suburbs.’ After my experience of last-night I cannot wait for the vibe, the flavors, the colours and the experiences of cultures different to my own colonial upbringing. A world of wonderful rainbow colored experiences await us. They await our willing hearts to explore beyond our immediate short-sightedness. In a time where so much misunderstanding, unresolved truths, rebellious hate and high suspicions prevail, life must be lived amongst each-other freely to create this he unity we all need to survive.
I FOR ONE AM KEEN!
Taking a pose, and being all coy!
Not that it is a judgement; more like a bit of friendly advice. If one is going to embark on a journey of discovery as South Africans, trying to u it’s our divided nation, keep ones wits about you. The mistake that I have made was to be seduced by the invite into another world. In a time when 55% of 🇿🇦’s are living below the breadline, are mostly dissatisfied with our government corruption and desperate to reach for their dreams, easy targets are devoured. What I mean is this. I allowed the guilt of my countries history to shame me because of my skin colour. I then over-compensated to allow myself to accepted by people outside of my comfort zone. It was expected that I cough up money and carry the financial burden of a great night out. Thankfully it gave me some great insights into the lives of other humans, the financial price small to pay for the authentic experience of being a guy in a different cultural experience. But the next time I go on another outing into the lives of others I will definitely limit what I share, willingly, with others. The reason is not to be frugal but because the needs of others is so great that I would destroy myself in the process of proving that my history is not who I am. The next time I get to have a phenomenal experience, my hope lies in a more evenly spread communal shared responsibility.
This brings me to my point.
It is easy to say this is wrong or right, sometimes it easy so black and white. For the most part, considering various factors, it is going to be a bit of give and take across the board from all people to make the conscious effort to meet each-other 1/2 way. It is the only solution, if we as a nation, citizens on a mutually shared planet have any chance of not killing each-other to achieve our dreams.
To end this blog, for some soothing but uplifting vocals listen to the Mixcloud mix listed below.
Stay your amazing self!