Tag Archives: South Africa

I think I love soccer

We’re exactly halfway through the World Cup 2010 and although the vuvuzelas aren’t blowing 24/7 anymore, I still Philip (and feel it).

I took my parents to the first match at Cape Town Stadium, which I found a little soulless, but the pre-match festivities along Somerset Road were fantastic. Dad, being an old school English footie supporter (Tottenham Hotspurs – yes, I know), had his ear plugs ready of course. Mom, being an avid acquirer of Chinese knick-knacks sold by Zimbabwean vendors, was kitted out in the SA Flag x 100. Earrings too.

We watched the SA-Mexico match at Cafe Sofia before heading to the stadium, as I didn’t want the old people to be too overwhelmed by bright lights and loud noises (hi Mom). It was a great day.

In the past two weeks I’ve met Norwegians, Americans, English, Australians and even an Icelander on the fan walk, in the city and at the CTICC fan fest. I’ve seen Fatboy Slim live again. People I don’t know have hugged me because we were wearing the same SA hat. I’ve had conversations with total strangers when stuck in traffic and food queues.

Everyone has said it a hundred times, but damn I’m proud of us. There will be a hangover, there have been issues, some fucktard from NZ called Joburg a dump (he’s probably from Auckland – aka Armpit). But in the end we have done what we set out to do and hosted a mind-blowing event. And we managed to pull it off while the rest of the world walllowed in a recessionary misery.

The last word: Never underestimate South Africa. We love proving you wrong. Failing that, we’ll blow a vuvuzela outside your window at 5am.

27 Songs of Freedom

I wrote a more detailed perspective on Freedom Day on Chris’ blog (because his is all fancy and, you know, stuff like that). So here’s a playlist for the iPod. It’s moody, silly, eclectic and slightly manic – just like our democracy at age 16.

  • Free Bird – Lynyrd Skynyrd
  • I’m Set Free – Velvet Underground
  • Sound of Freedom – Bob Sinclair
  • If You Love Somebody Set Them Free – Sting
  • Free Money – Patti Smith
  • Freedom That I Deserve – Josie Field
  • Everybody’s Free (To Feel Good) – Rozalla
  • Freedom Train – Lenny Kravitz
  • Free Radicals – The Flaming Lips
  • Freedom Time – Bob Marley & The Wailers
  • I Want To Break Free – Queen
  • Free Fallin’ – Tom Petty
  • Simple Song of Freedom – Bobby Darin
  • Born Free – John Barry & Don Black (for the movie Born Free)
  • Chimes of Freedom – Bob Dylan
  • Free – Cat Power
  • A Great Day For Freedom – Pink Floyd
  • Set Me Free – The Kinks
  • Freedom Never Cries – Five For Fighting
  • Stone Free – Jimi Hendrix
  • One Road To Freedom – Ben Harper
  • Free Ride – The Edgar Winter Group
  • Rockin’ In The Free World – Neil Young
  • Stay Free – The Clash
  • Freedom Now – Tracy Chapman
  • Free To Decide – The Cranberries
  • I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free – Nina Simone

A History Forgotten Is A Future Lost

These new ads for the Apartheid Museum are clever. They obviously didn’t cost a fortune and clearly demonstrate the rather worrying fact that many young people don’t know our history.

I love advertising like this – it doesn’t just sell, it starts a conversation. Well done TBWA/Hunt/Lascaris.

Jozi has soul (and golden hearses)

I’m a Capetonian. I’ve never lived anywhere else, except for those three years in Grahamstown that turned me into a socialist (Dad still wishes I’d just gone to UCT and done a BCom). I love the sea, the mountains, the people. I adore Long Street and the Promenade.

Despite this, Johannesburg has always held a strange allure for me. Other Capetonians think I’m ill or blame it on the fact I was born in Benoni.

Bungee-jumping in Orlando (not Florida)

I think it’s because the sprawling megalopolis has a layer of grit under its gloss. Unlike Cape Town’s comely winsomeness, Joburg’s beauty is all angles – sharp and unforgiving. It’s also heavy with history, a large part of that residing in Soweto.

So when our recently emigrated Capetonian friends organised a a tour of it all, I was as excited as the hadeda outside my window at 5am.

Hearse to Soweto

So-where-to now?

Ah, Soweto. A name that was invented via a public competition, the prize money being 10 pounds. Idiosyncratic and surprising, it’s a community of heartbreak, hope… and guys mowing the lawn on a Saturday morning.

Parking off

I was astounded by how much housing there is, even in the poorer areas, and the manicured green parks that accompany it. During apartheid Soweto residents weren’t allowed trees or bushes (terrorists could hide behind them), but they’re definitely making up for it now.

In Cape Town we have the dreary N2 Gateway Project buffered by 40 kilometres of shack, shacks, shacks. Yes, the DA runs the city well – if you live in the suburbs.

Sigh, tourists

First we visited the Freedom Charter Monument at Walter Sisulu Square, Kliptown, where Alistair and Chris were nearly kidnapped by Amway representatives and ended up buying Obama T-shirts. We then went on to the Regina Mundi Church, where students took shelter during the 1976 uprisings. You can still see the bullet holes in the ceiling.

Madonna and Child of Soweto, by Laurence Scully

Next was Nelson Mandela’s house in Vilakazi Street and the Hector Petersen Museum, designed by the same firm that created the exceptional Apartheid Museum.

8115 Vilakazi Street

It was a very full and emotional morning. I could describe how overwhelming it was, how I shed a tear in the church, how proud I was of everything we’ve achieved and how saddened I was by the distance we still have to go. But I think it’s an experience that can’t be shared, only felt for yourself.

Outside the Hector Petersen Museum

The big bad city

After Soweto, we went for pap ‘n wors in Newtown. Hey, if you’re going to be a tourist you may as well embrace it.

Can I see your wors?

After lunch our wonderful tour guide, Dorothy, took us to the Standard Bank offices. I was confused. Is Joburg so money-oriented that this qualifies as an attraction? But inside the building there’s an old mining tunnel – Ferreira’s mine – that was discovered during construction.

Wheelbarrow rides at Standard Bank

One of my favourite non-fiction books is Diamonds, Gold & War by Martin Meredith, which details the discovery of gold and the ensuing madness that preambled apartheid. So it was quite something to step into an elevator in the middle of the city and go down into a shallow stope.

We then went to the top of Carlton Centre. It gave us a mild case of vertigo and a true idea of how massive Joburg is. I loved it.

The high altitude made Amanda grin deliriously

Our tour ended at Constitution Hill. It’s wonderfully fitting that we could just stroll into the place that guards our democracy. There were plenty of interesting décor choices inside the actual court and mesmerising pieces of art just outside it. The toilets were clean enough for a constitutional too.

The watercooler gazed longingly at the musician

As we stepped out into the Highveld sunshine to make our way home, there was a flock of small birds nibbling at tourist leftovers and I thought, “Wow. Even the animals like Joburg.”

Constitution + Hill

- See more photos on my flickr account.


*If you want to do a Jozi tour (and you really should if you’ve read this far), get Dorothy of D’s Tours & Transfers to take you – email dtours@polka.co.za or call 082 444 3604. She’s fantastic.