Moving.

Yesterday I found out that I will be moving to a dead town in the bushes, somewhere in Mpumalanga. It totally caught me off guard, I would have loved to have been told earlier so that I can get used to the idea of spending most of my time watching vast open spaces, Cows, Experiencing remnants of Apartheid City planning, Dogs that only bark at black people and everything that comes with living in a small Afrikaans town. But I can’t complain though, I’m in the Pipe Construction sector and most of the projects are in dead towns.

The thing is, I don’t hate small rural towns. Venda is still one of my favourite place to visit. Granted, it’s not really a small town, the place is almost twice the size of Johannesburg (assumption), but I still fux with it majorly. It’s not really about how rural the place is, it’s the vibe it gives. This place reminds me a lot like that other small Afrikaans town I stayed in during the dark days of slaving at the plant(ation) , Springs. I used to hate living there, and most of the residents there thought I was just being a stuck up Jo’burger, but the place gave a racist vibe. Kriel, the place were I was assigned to, doesn’t give off that vibe. The vibe is similar though, I just can’t put it into words.

I’ll be here for more than six months, so it’s no use complaining. I just have to make the most of it. Plus, One of my colleagues from my University of Johannesburg days is from this dead town. He promised to meet me here as soon as he gets finishes writing exams. ‘Til then, I’ll be drinking lots of alcohol to make myself oblivious to shitty vibe this place gives.

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