“But what I do want them to know is that despite how hard it might be to live in South Africa, it’s an even harder thing to leave. Maybe that’s something only South Africans will understand, and something that — to the foreign eye — makes absolutely no sense, whatsoever. But that’s simply how it is. We have come through so much together as a nation, we’re suckers for hardship and we’re not going to give up on our country anytime soon — even if we’re abroad. South Africa is a wondrous f***-up: a country with a big heart and big problems. And we South Africans will always love the country that hurts us.”
A South African woman came by my brother- and sister-in-law’s bakery in Billeberga, Sweden the other day and mentioned that she’d heard of another South African (me) who was flitting about town.
And as the story goes with most South African expats – she proceeded to make a case for why her and her husband had left their disastrous, God-forsaken country and immigrated to 1,100-strong Billeberga, where it’s safe and clean and where life couldn’t be more perfect. A place where people live equally, work hard and leave their front doors open at night.
“We love Africa but it hurts,” she said
The final straw — she told my brother-in-law — came when their young family fell victim to crime – for a second time.
Ja, ja, it’s the same spiel we hear from South African expats the world over but heck! I don’t want to judge her when…
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