Don't ask me why I have a horse picture on this
blog. It is far too complicated for you to understand.
I read loads of books this holiday which was great. My internet addiction was getting out of hand, so a two week break was just what I needed.
I happened to read another book by a South African author, a previously rare event that is becoming less rare. It was definitely worth shipping the thing across the seas and waiting for weeks.
It is called Some of my best friends are white by Ndumiso Ngcobo. If you happen to read Thoughtleader, I am sure you will agree that Ndumiso's blog is pretty much the only one worth reading these days. I find it hysterical and pertinent at the same time. He wrote this post about women having to pull cactus needles out of their butts after squatting to pee in the desert that really connected with me, man. Like, I could totally feel his empathy. And the visuals are still in my head today.
So anyway, his book is great, it had me laughing out loud on the plane, which seemed to disconcert my neighbour. Ndumiso rips off many different types of people, behaviours and general South African madness.
His main concern with us whities is our supposed obsession with team building exercises that involve jumping out of planes and shooting paint at each other and such like.
But you know, I am not so sure about this supposed enthusiasm. Perhaps we should point him to Tamara's post on the subject. As far as I can see, most white South Africans think this behaviour is idiotic too, we are all just too chicken to say that we would all rather go drinking together. It must be the work of the few alpha Saffas who think that getting to know people better involves shooting them.
This problem does not seem to exist in the UK, where a team building exercise seems to consist of finding the nearest pub. Ndumiso, I think I have found you your new home.
I definitely recommend this book; it is short, it is funny and it is easy to identify with. After all, some of my best friends are white too, innit?