.....black cloud with visible rain streaming down ahead of me. I glumly pressed on! A white truck pulled over into a farm track and a little white boy jumped down, and said that his grandmother (driving) says I should come take shelter before I hit the rain! What luck!
I end up in their farm yard, chickens, duck, goats, cows, guinea fowl, 6 dogs and a chained up baboon! Chaos.
Grandmother seems quite unusual, 2 grandkids, the boy lives with them as his mum is elsewhere, a white woman and her son (who, later I learned from Ruan - the grandson, they were both living on the street) also lived there.
Once we had dealt with the animals I start feeling a little uncomfortable – I am being made to have my legs picked and licked for fleas by the baboon whilst the granny is rambling on.... “ooooooh you wouldn’t believe where she puts her hands! Everywhere!” I am quite sure I didn’t want to believe.
Ushered up to the house, which is completely bizarre. Huge main room, totally dark, hippo coming off the wall, 8 birds in 7 cages, more dogs, it stinks of bird, shit and must (?).
Out of the darkness comes a half naked fat father Christmas, German granddad. He barely blinks when he sees me and moves off with his mug of whiskey. Now I am feeling very unusual, it is like I have walked into a horror movie. Not helped by the fact that the Granny had a very Cathy Sykes ‘misery’ feel about her. The rain cloud has moved on, I am not allowed to leave!
German granddad built the house. After standing awkwardly listening to the screeching birds I ask for a shower. I am freaked out! Such a weird place. They were all so unusual, and so many animals. But, I must remember kind and generous to take me in.
Whilst supper (birdseye and chips) was being prepared, amid screaming birds and barking dogs, TV on loud, booming Geman music and a little kid running around in the dog poo, still in the dark, I talked to Ruan and learned a bit about life in the house. He was homeschooled. A sweet boy.
Over the meal, half standing, half sitting – ‘Netty’- Jeannette told me how racist she was, using Obama as evidence amongst other arguments. I sat, tried to argue for a bit, but how could I?? She had taken me in, fed me, looked like she might hang me from the rafters, but also, I had never lived the life she had lived. After uselessly and awkwardly trying to combat her arguments I fell silent. Not sure if I feel guilty or not.
Luckily I wasn’t murdered. A great experience for me! As I left this morning, (I am writing this the day after) she barked “don’t make the bed, we have staff”, there was also dog shit everywhere. I can’t help feeling she wanted them to shit so the black staff had to tidy.
**** PLEASE NOTE **** This attitude has not been representative of the other White Southern Africans I have met.