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“Kullid Kultcha”

I said my next post would be something positive, and lo and behold…this is IT!! Enjoy 😉

I have been naafi (melancholic, off-sorts, upset, insert more negative emotions here) on-off over the past few months. No specific reason. Just some life-changing decisions we’ve had to make, my health issues, my personal issues.

I think I’ve just been a bitch and I need to stop it. Lighten up. Have some fun.

And I started thinking of what I am leaving behind….which alternately makes me sad, but also happy, and proud.

I have been reflecting on our mannerisms and “traditions” that makes us who we are. “Us” being the “Kullids” (Coloured is the PC-word) in South Africa. The little things that make up our “Kultcha” (that’s how we pronounce it), our identity, the way we talk, how we socialize, and township living.

One of the things I remember with a smile on my face is the “groente karretjie” (veggie carts) that used to do the rounds every Sunday – up and down the streets they would go, honking their horns to let us know what they have to sell that day. “Squashees” and “Wortels” (carrots) and “Dhania” (coriander) and “Mammie, ek het Spinach ok vir jou!!” (Miss, I have spinach just for you). These carts were simple & functional – no comfort or speed considered. These guys were life-savers every time. And once they got to know you, you would be guaranteed delivery of your “pakkie” (package) of onions, potatoes – you name it – first thing in the morning. Now that is service.

Groente Karretjie

Groente Karretjie

This picture does not do our groente karretjies justice – it is way too posh! 🙂

Partying is in our nature. We live and breathe for it. We don’t need any occasion to “make it happen”. A simple “kuier” (visit from friends) could turn into a full-fledged “howza” or “gazi” (house party). All it takes is one house, some friends, a cell-phone (to call all the other buddies), some snacks, and lots of “dop” (booze).

I miss those days the most. Here (Germany) you need to make an appointment to see your friends, you cannot party without informing – and getting the OK- from all the neighbours and maybe even the police. Otherwise you may just get into some unwanted trouble. Too much PT if you ask me.



Something else we “Kullids” love doing – sitting in front of our houses and watching everyone drive by. This is called “gesien word” (being seen). This is one way to get a “street bash” started (no need to translate I’m sure). All we need are – grass (or something to sit on – a car will do) and music. We don’t even really need a house. Any strip of grass will do, or any available space where we can “Park” (literally park our cars) and hang out. Oh, did I mention the booze? 😉

Since there are only a few streets where all the “hip-and-happening” people will be cruising on (really, they cruise like in the movies) you are guaranteed to have a good party going within minutes – if you are hip-and-happening, they will stop to say hi…and there you go – party started!!

And don’t forget to dress to the nines. Can’t be seen in public wearing last years’ rags at all. Totally uncool. But of course, you also have to be prepared because…

….From there, we move on to a Disco (also known as a Night Club). For us it was Club Bel Air, or Sewende Laan, or Times4 (not sure if this still exists). Since we chose places which were close-by, we didn’t have to drive far. We could walk. And if you didn’t have a lift, well, there were plenty who would give you one. Our Disco’s catered for our musical needs and style, i.e. no rave or techno. Only house beats, R&B, Hip Hop. Real music 😉

And of course, on Monday, no one would be in the office. Everyone would be sick. “Ek voel nie lekker nie” (I don’t feel well) was the excuse for Monday morning absences. Naturally, after a while the bosses became aware of what exactly that meant (Hang-overs galore) – which meant the fella’s needed to be more careful with the Sunday night parties.

On a long-weekend, we would go to the club for a “16Hour” – we call it that since the disco would end only when the sun came up. For us this was a big deal. If you were not in the “16Hour” you were totally un-cool. Everyone was there, everyone was seen. And your “kit” (what you wore), who you danced with, how you danced, who you hooked up with would be the topic of conversation for the next weeks to come.

And that’s just some things that makes the Coloureds so….ja, colourful. The speech, the mannerisms, the music, the openness, their love of booze and parties.

Boy, I miss it.


Nominations n All

Well. Thanks to Dadgitated (who nominated me for the Liebster award) I am doing my second post in one week. This is a record, seeing that I have only been able to muster 1 post every other week or so. Oh, the pressure……


Let me just be clear. I do not do things like this – I like to be incognito, fly under the radar, yadayada, because then it means I have no pressure to perform (you will also notice this from the amateurish way I am doing this particular post).

But, I have never been nominated for anything. Ever. This will be a first for me. And because (like any other woman) I respond to flattery, I have decided to do this. So in short: thanks Dadgitated!!!

So what am I supposed to do….first I should post eleven random facts about myself :

  1. I don’t like drawing attention to myself
  2. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up where I am today
  3. I wish I had better hair
  4. As a teenager I prayed every night for many moons that God would make me at least 10 cm’s taller. By the age of 22 I realized it was not going to happen.
  5. I believe in luck, but not coincidences. There is a reason why things happen.
  6. I wish I was funnier, maybe I would have more friends
  7. I’ve always wanted to be an actor – to follow in my father’s footsteps. But soon realized I had to write my own script
  8. I believe there IS intelligent life out there
  9. I am running out of things to say. Can you tell? I’ve never had a great imagination
  10. I don’t understand the fuss about big boobs – I have them and they are just a schlep.
  11. I am capable of killing a cactus. Put that in your pipe and smoke it

Once I have managed to complete this first hurdle, I have to answer the 11 questions posed by the person who nominated me. Here goes:

  1. What’s your favorite dish? Prawn curry with roti
  2. If you could be any animal for a day what would it be and why? Cougar. Power, speed, beauty, young men.
  3. What made you want to start blogging? I needed somewhere to express my crazy feelings and ideas without being judged
  4. What will be your weapon of choice be in the up coming zombie apocalypse? Sword. I love that random swishing & shwooshing & chopping stuff. And I like Conan the Barbarian, see?
  5. If you fly fish what’s your favorite fly and if you don’t fly fish (or fish at all) why?  I don’t have the patience to stand around and wait for things to bite
  6. What’s your favorite body of water? The Indian Ocean
  7. What Star Wars character would you be? Darth Vader. Duh.
  8. Dog, cat or other? Other
  9. Fill in the blank- Your momma so dumb…. she forgot she gave birth to you (I told you I wasn’t creative)
  10. If you had to lose one of your five senses which one would it be? Wow, this is a bummer, unlike other people, I cannot live without any of these. Taste I guess.
  11. If you could meet any famous person, alive or dead, who would it be? Bill Clinton

Then off to the next hurdle – nominate 11 other bloggers for this award. Boy, was this tough – since I have not been so active, it took me an hour to find blogs to nominate. Thanks again Dadgitated for making me work so hard on a Saturday

I apologise for only having 7, but hell, what is a girl supposed to do when she’s not getting around the way she should?

The blogs I have nominated for this award:

  1. MindaWebber
  2. Unfiltered
  3. Arabb Geek
  4. Virulent Probity
  5. Lazy & Ambitious
  6. Rochelle Suri
  7. FootsyinSpain

Now, for the grand finale — tadah!!

These guys have to answer 11 questions of my choosing.  I really put (some) time and effort into this, as I didn’t want to ask you what everyone else was asking out there (I have to be different, see?):

  1. Boobs or bums?
  2. If you could be anything in this life, what would it be?
  3. Which actor inspires you and why?
  4. Do you think you are funny?
  5. Is it important for you to win awards?
  6. Do you believe in reincarnation?
  7. Even if you didn’t (points at 7), what would you want to come back as?
  8. Do you believe in true love?
  9. Have you ever committed a crime?
  10. Would you ever want to write a memoir about your life?
  11. Are you in menopause? (if yes, pls inbox me for tips)

Have fun!!! 🙂

New Cheese?

Well, have I been busy, eh?

Let me tell you what progress has been made in the last month (since my last post, that is)….




Yup, NOTHING. Zip. Still at point …..GOING NOWHERE SLOWLY!!!!

I thought South Africa was the third world country. Turns out Germany has its own issues. Like, moving ON and being FAST

Do I sound angry? I really am not. I am so chill, nothing can faze me at the moment.  Que sera sera….


Oh, I did catch a cold from a stupid colleague who thought it grand to go into work when sick. Are people really that stupid? She is blonde…..Nevermind, that was a stupid question. And because I don’t do anything half-assed, mine morphed into bronchitis. I am so chuffed with her.

And no, this is not another vent post. Actually I came to share something with you

What I wanted to tell you is this…..I have the possibility of staying here, in Germany, permanently. I have been asked if I was interested, and I said..er…well….ye-eesssss.


Thought not

Here’s the thing – the weather is really kak (I don’t have to translate that word, right?). Making friends is difficult. SJP was more successful getting laid in SATC than I am in making friends. Which is really bad, come to think of it. It’s easier getting a man into your bed than making friends?! Wow. Am I sad.

The family is over there. In South Africa. Stay with me now. Ja, that same family who miss me so much my phone is ringing off the hook from all the phone calls to speak to me (NOT). As for the emails, I just cannot keep up. Did you note the sarcasm at all? Just checking…

And the friends are over there too. Yep, the ones who were beating down my door practically every week to have a glass or ten. When I was there. Out of sight….(sighs dramatically)

Husband wanted to go back, but he is ready to anchor himself if we (me and the boys) decide we want to stay. Guess who wants to stay? Yep, the boys. And I don’t blame them. The education (in South Africa – still with me???) is up to shit, the economy is up to even bigger shit. As for the Government…there is no container big enough for the shit brewing there.

So, what to do what to do…..

I have spoken to many people from back home (obviously not the Dad, brothers, sister, nor friends). Hell am I sad or what???? Ok, let me re-phrase that – I have spoken to colleagues, acquaintances and my cousins.

They are all saying the same thing – STAY. For the same reasons I mentioned above. And that husband may not be able to secure a job when we get back. Apparently the EE act is being revised. No chance for non-black ppl like us.

Honestly, except for the lack of friendships, and missing my crazy family, I like it here. I have adapted. I have become very comfortable with not having to lock my doors at night, not having an alarm, being able to ride a bicycle when I want. Going out at night without worrying about getting home in one piece. Not worrying about my kids’ safety and their future. The active lifestyle.

There are some things about the Germans that do grate the nerves, but those are things I can live with.

Will we be able to really integrate if we decide to stay? Hell yes! Will the Germans ever accept us as one of “their own”? Probably not. Can I live with that? Probably yes.

New cheese? No biggie. Just the next ten or so years that must be decided in the next weeks. I have a very good idea what I should do….for me and my boys.

If you were in a similar position, what would your decision be?


Jammer Sannie

…I do “Jammer Sannie” posts when I feel sorry for myself….you are forewarned….

This has probably been the worst few weeks in my life – other than the time I lost my mom, that is. I have never felt so alone in a very long time. I am going through some challenges – health, work, maybe I am menopausal too…who knows at this point…. And I need someone whom I can turn to and talk to when things just gets too much. Yea, I have my husband, but I need someone else as a sounding board too.

I need a GF whose ear I can turn, who will pour me a glass of wine and tell me it will all be ok, that I am not alone and that I am loved. Who will listen and shut up even if they think I am overreacting, or even if they think it may not be so bad. Who will just make all the right noises to make me feel better even if they think things won’t get better.

I need my dad, brothers and sister, my BFF (or so I thought) to tell me it will all be ok, and that they are there for me no matter what. That appears to be asking for the moon.

Since having moved here, it’s asif everyone’s forgotten us(me). It appears they do not realise that being so far away one needs (more than ever) that sms or email or occasional phone call just to confirm you are loved and thought of. That you are not all alone in this vast world.

Don’t they realise how tough it is being so far away, and not having one’s support system readily available? Do people not realise it is not all sunshine and roses all the time? And that I have just as many bad days as good ones? It seems not.

I now believe that my close family and friends – while they might love me and my boys – have forgotten about us, and how tough it can get out here with no support system available. They are not giving us one ounce of thought – being all on our lonesome over here. They have their peeps, friends family and the like, and couldn’t give a damn about us being so far away, and whether we indeed are doing ok. Yes, we have friends, but the kind that never really made it past acquaintance phase, you know? I am sure you know….

What would they (over there in ZA) do if I was in an accident? Or if they learnt hubs had decided to up and leave me (coz he couldn’t cope with all my issues anymore lol). If any disaster hit us. Do you think they would then provide the necessary support? Will they be there for us? Probably…but I am not even sure anymore.

I am very unhappy and depressed about this (hell, it must be depression if I can cry at the drop of a hat!!). And it’s making me bitter. I know it shouldn’t, I know they also have lives to lead, but does that mean it’s ok for them to completely abandon me, not a word in months? Don’t I feature in their lives at all? Somehow I think that “love” they profess for me is just a sham – when I am there they are all lovey-dovey, but as soon as I am gone, basta?!

I have always been there for them, always giving, listening, helping when needed, forgetting the bullshit and focussing on the good….and the fact that they have tossed me overboard is not sitting well at all…I am very, very angry and disillusioned. And I refuse to start thinking if I have done something wrong to deserve this. Nobody deserves this.

I am not one to wallow, and feel sorry for myself for too long. I am a “deal with it” and “get over it” person. But the combination of being so far away and this crises is proving too much for me at the moment.

Tomorrow I will probably feel different – maybe as soon as I know what is wrong with me. Maybe when I know, I will feel worse. I just don’t know. Until then I just have my husband and my blog. How sad, right?

Till next time,


PS: for a low-down of my vocab, check the page “FUWE’s”

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