Parents, Who is speaking for you? After college, I had the opportunity to travel to South Africa for a month with a college friend. The country is beautiful, rich with natural resources and very culturally diverse. The Afrikaan family that hosted us lived on a large and lovely farm not far from the Mozambican border. After several days in the sprawling guest house, the host family sent us to explore the rest of the country. They probably needed a break from the Americans, but they also wanted to “show off” their wonderful country. We visited the amazing and historic Cape Town, the beach town of Durban, as well as Johannesburg and Pretoria. The highlights also included a night in a lodge in Kruger National Park and a couple of nights in a private Game Farm on the edge of the park. Our game viewing experiences were awe inspiring and wonderful with lions, elephants, zebras, giraffes. We saw almost every African animal you can think of. We met many new friends and explored several regions. There were, however, a few harrowing experiences while we were there. The first involved a lion roaring just outside of where we were staying in Kruger Park… there were no fences between us and the king of the beasts, it was terrifying. The wildebeest it was about to eat was probably terrified too. The next scariest was a night we were supposed to stay with our host family’s friend near Cape Town. He had two large and ferocious Dobermans who did not want us to stay there… we opted, rather than being eaten, to sleep in the car! But perhaps the most nerve-racking, was a night in Pretoria. Again, we were staying with a family friend of our host family’s son. He was in his young 20’s like us, fun, and always up for an adventure. It was winter there, but after some coaxing, verbally and with distilled liquids (these were during my, not-so-proud-of “rebellion years”) we all decided to take a swim in the above ground pool in 30 degree weather at midnight. Needless to say, we were frozen when we went inside. Our host had a fireplace, but no kindling to start the wood to help thaw us out. So, he suggested that we go outside and get some “dennebol,” aka, pine cones as a fire starter. He sends us out with large black bags to collect any dennebol we could find. What we didn’t know, because we had arrived after dark, was that the South African equivalent of the White House was right next door. So, as we are unsuccessfully wandering the neighborhood for the illusive fire igniting pine cones, we see lights and hear sirens of a rather intimidating paddy wagon speeding to where we are. Tires squeal as they stop, two soldiers jump out with Uzies locked and loaded. They begin shouting at us in Afrikaans, my friend and I drop our bags, throw our hands in the air and look at our friend, who begins laughing and speaking in Afrikaans. Our lives were in the hands of a brand new, fairly intoxicated friend we didn’t really know, who also didn’t know us, advocating for us a language we didn’t know, in a country we didn’t know. I envisioned at that moment being thrown into a South African prison and never to be heard of again. The national police were not amused by our friend’s humor and they kept shouting, guns raised and walking toward us. It was a couple of very tense moments of our Afrikaan speaking friend, talking fast and trying to explain our silly decision to take a frozen swim, and subsequent search for “dennebol” to start a fire to warm us up, that somehow, between his words and our petrified faces, these soldiers finally realized we were not a threat, lowered their weapons, and let us go, with instructions to go straight home. As the open air, steel barred, paddy wagon drove away, we counted our blessings and quickly returned to the house. At the time we were in South Africa, there was much turmoil and tension. There are 23 different people groups there, including Asians, Indians, English, Afrikaners, and several different African tribes represented, each with a different perspective and agenda for this rich and beautiful country. It was a time when some unfairly repressed people were on the edge and many people had ideas about how to resolve the many difficult issues in that nation. For all these national soldiers knew we had some agenda too. Our agenda was only to have more fun and find a little warmth from pine cones. I still don’t know what our friend said to the officers, but I’m glad I’m not writing this from an African jail.
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Monday, February 28, 2022
Who Is Speaking For You?*
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
What Do You Do With Your Strength?*
What do you do with your strength? As a kid, I looked forward to getting up on Saturday mornings and watching cartoons in my pajamas on the console TV while eating Sugar Smacks (wow, just wow, but that’s another conversation). I anticipated the mindless entertainment of a good, humorous Looney Tunes short. Mel Blanc was the man of a thousand voices and he voiced the cartoons in a way that seemed to perfectly match the characters. One that I remember was Ralph the Wolf (who looked strangely like Wylie Coyote) and Sam the Sheepdog. They would both greet each other pleasantly and punch their time card. Then "it was on!" Smart and savvy, Ralph would try to steal the unassuming and vulnerable sheep in some novel way, sometimes even dressing up like the sheep to get closer to them, but the then strong, protective Sam would catch him, disable the predator in some way, return the sheep to safety, and bring peace back to the flock.