Weekend report

This weekend was the worst in a while, things didn’t go right at all. Everything I had planned to do didn’t fall through and this is why.

Friday: After i had finished slaving for my masters at the plant(tation) I went hoe to pack, I don’t know if I said it before but every weekend I pack my bags and go home to SOWETO, as I was packing I realized that I was late on my rent so I went to my drawers to take out my ID book only to find out that it wasn’t there. I thought that maybe i had forgotten it at home so I left. When I got home, I realized that it wasn’t there and I started to panic( I’ve read about people who’ve lost their ID book and later find out that they are “married” to a Pakistani) at about the same time the beer loving crew called to ask if I was coming to the wedding, I told them that I might have lost my ID and I was going to go to the Police station, and maybe Home affair to apply for a new one. They sounded pissed but I really didn’t care I wasn’t planning on gatecrashing another wedding. My other friend then called and asked me to help him move and I agreed. I spent the remaining part of the day going through worst case scenarios.

Saturday: I went to Brammies to help my friend move but when I got there he hadn’t packed yet, I went down stairs to the computer lab at his flats to try to search for other companies to work for and at about three he called me and told me that he has finished packing we headed home and when we arrived we went straight to the police station to get an affidavit to prove that I had lost my ID and I was told that they don’t do affidavits for lost ID anymore, I was a little disappointed so i went to sleep( at 6pm).

Sunday: I went back to the east rand a little earlier than I usually do so that I could search for the ID. When i got to my place9 which I refuse to call home) I searched and searched ’til I got tired of searching but while I was searching I found something interesting, it was an application for a home loan! and I put two and two together, about five weeks ago the people who own the dump I’m currently staying in went to Pretoria for “business” and a week ago the went there again. And that day when i was sick, an architect came to discuss the plans with the lady of the house. I didn’t suspect a thing but yesterday I realized that they might be moving to Pretoria! They’ve known this for a while and they didn’t have the nerve to tell me! why the fuck did they allow me to stay with them if they knew they would move in three months? where does that leave me? must I start looking for a new place to stay again?!? I wanted to give them a piece of my mind but I couldn’t, I had to look for my ID book. at about 7pm I found my ID book in my laundry basket. I don’t know how it got there but I was glad I’d found it. I couldn’t celebrate because I was pissed about the whole Pretoria thing. I want to ask them if they are moving but i want to wait and see how long they are willing to keep this from me.