Blogging while on the move is an art I’ve never bothered to master, so when postings on this blog appear to be less frequent than usual, it’s a sure indication that I’m either on the move, or not at home. Last month I was blessed with the marvellous opportunity to visit the Okavango Delta in Botswana. Although I expected that unreliable internet connectivity would hamper me from posting articles - the trip was planned in advance, hence the reason why I was able to inform readers of my intentions before travelling!
Some readers may remember how discontented I was when I arrived back in the hell-hole they call “Gauteng”. The pitiful news headlines dominated chiefly by this latest Malema-nonsense only contributed towards the shift from mild anxiety to major depression… which, according to my view basically translates to - ‘severe unhappiness’ caused by abnormal circumstances, or to put it differently – to be in a place where you don’t want to be - like a prison cell, for example!
I realize that there are many people out there who do not have much choice when it comes to their preferred ‘place of residence’. Like prisoners of war they’re trapped in a hell-hole, where 99 percent of their time is spent on keeping the kids in school, the criminals out of the house, and their heads above water. The bottom line however, is that no normal person can survive city life without taking the necessary precautions. These precautions may vary from one individual to the next, but for me - ‘getting away from it all’, even if it’s just for a few days, has always been the best approach to revitalizing body and spirit.
Southern Africa is a big, beautiful, and exquisite region, with more than sufficient land and opportunity to accommodate everybody’s needs and desires - no matter what your personal preferences are. The Gauteng province, for example, with its complex mix of cultures and colours, attempts to cater for everyone’s needs. However - in my humble opinion, the Kaffir Mentality which I spoke of in a previous article, and where numerous examples where provided, is not only systematically infecting the province like a disease, but also steadily transforming all the inhabitants into downright miserable people. Psychologists have given complex names for the various behavioural changes these people go through, and psychiatrists have all sorts of chemical concoctions that ‘control’ their abnormal behaviours.
Then you get “The Sheeple” – the most dangerous, vindictive, conniving breed of humans on planet earth! Their menace lies in the fact that they have convinced themselves that their behaviour is normal, and are thus hell-bent on convincing others to behave in a similar fashion. A book can be written about this scary phenomenon!
Please bear in mind that not all people, who suffer from some or other psychological ailment, fall into the category of sheeple!
One of the most annoying characteristics of sheeple is their belief that a Kaffir mentality does not exist. This instinctive belief of theirs is complicated further by the warped perception they have of non-sheeple. People who fall into the category of sheeple feel extremely threatened by the opposing group (the non-sheeple). They will thus often label their opposition with derogatory names, and/or offensive terms, as they lack the ability to deliberate matters intelligently.
One can of course argue that I’m doing exactly the same by using the term sheeple, but this term is nowhere near as derogatory as some of the terms our R...ster friend, for example, so loves to cough-up whenever he goes into spluttering mode. This fowl character probably thinks that my latest nonappearance on the blogging scene is due to his recent name-calling-fit when I linked one of Mike Smith’s articles to a posting of his... Shame!
Escaping from the sheeple…
About two weeks after my return from Botswana - close family of mine, residing in Langebaan on the West Coast, informed me that they would feel extremely honoured to have me as a guest in their home - i.e. before my final departure to the UK, which will be taking place some time in the month of July this year, God willing.
The decision to travel to Langebaan was a rather spontaneous one, but I’m glad I tackled the long route from Pretoria before the big Easter rush.
For those who do not know where Langebaan is…
It is a lagoon-resort situated on the South African West Coast, bordering The West Coast National Park. The town of Langebaan is situated approximately 120kms north of Cape Town, and approximately 13kms south of Saldanha Bay. The region in dominated primarily by White and Coloured people, who speak mainly Afrikaans, although there are a few English-speaking folk among them as well.... More info here
What I really appreciate about this region, is that the K-factor has not had a major impact on the place names in the area, simply because the ANC has no stronghold in the region - yet!!
Besides the familiar towns, which you can find on any map, such as Vredenburg (town of peace) – the largest town near Langebaan, and Saldanha, Velddrif, Laaiplek, and so on... there are also lesser-known places with exquisite names such as Kraalbaai, and Preekstoel, situated within the borders of the West Coast National Park.
It was not my intention to stay longer than a week, but I’ve been staying in Langebaan since the 15th of April. The warm and sociable family-folk have gone out of their way to make my stay here a most enjoyable experience – so much so, that I’m actually regretting the big move to the UK.
I am a mere stone’s throw away from the Langebaan lagoon, an exquisitely beautiful place - also known as the Turquoise Jewel of the West Coast. I’ve already made my acquaintance with some of the local fishermen in the area, who don’t seem too concerned about giving away their angling secrets. Some of them even treat me like the Mayor of Langebaan: -- “Hullo Master, hoe ganit merrie Master?” … and so forth. These Coloured folk are truly a cheerful bunch!
Since my arrival on the 15th I did not come across one single “sheeple-person” - i.e. until the long-weekend arrived! The locals are fully aware who the sheeple are. Here they refer to them as “Indringers” (Intruders). It is quite evident that the local folk are extremely weary of becoming infected by this flock, as most of them vanished from public areas when the sheeple arrived for the long weekend.
On one occasion, while I was taking a sunset-stroll on the main beach, someone mentioned the name “Malema”, by accident I presume, in the presence of a small group of Coloured fishermen. Now it appears that this is a name you simply do not mention in this part of the world - unless you want to hear a string of Afrikaans swearwords, spoken in such rapid succession that not even a tape-recorder can pick it up. It’s no wonder that Malema and his kind will not dare venture in these parts, for he (and his kind) will surely end up in the cold deep blue waters of the Atlantic – as shark bait!
Now please don’t misinterpret this posting… for not all the people who arrived here over the Easter weekend are sheeple, and neither are all of these people always perceived as Intruders! However, a substantial number I happened to cross paths with on occasion ARE sheeple, and this is how I identified them:
- While their overweight kids celebrated Easter with chocolate Easter-eggs and non-stop DSTV viewing, their equally obese parents celebrated the occasion by worshipping their gods “Baal” and “Bacchus”.
- They have absolutely no manners, so don’t expect them to greet you!
- They don’t bother cleaning up the mess they make, and therefore have no regard whatsoever for the natural environment and by implication the local folk who call this place their home.
- The “Rapport” newspaper and “Die Huisgenoot” are their bibles.
- They will miss Mandela when he dies.
And by the way...
The family here in Langebaan have twisted my very flexible arm to stay a few weeks longer. As you can see I do have access to a computer, so you can be sure that I will be reading all comments posted here.
Malicious comments posted by sheeple will be deleted, most definitely!!