Monday, 22 July 2013

Colours of Love

Last night I watched the movie Fanie Fourie's Lobola. Brilliant South African romantic comedy. I will try not to spoil it for those that haven't already watched it. Its about a young Zulu girl and Afrikaans guy that fall in love and I think they did a magnificent job dealing with the subject of interracial marriages and cultural differences which tends to be a very thorny subject in S.A.

It isn't the first time I've watched a movie based on this kinda story line. Lake View Terrance, Jungle Fever and Something New to name a few, but this one really hit home for me cause I could seriously relate to most of it.


 Infact, thinking about the whole movie-watching event has me loving my hubby more because when I cried, and I mean cried, the REALLY ugly kind, he just held me. See, I started the movie without him cause I needed to be asleep by 11pm, he joined me when there was just 10mins left in the movie and so he probably really wasn't sure why I was crying the way I was...yeah I cry every chick flick, but this...LOL. He just held and soothed me and proceeded to start the movie again. I don't know if it was cause he really wanted to watch it, but I doubt that cause he's not a chick flick kinda guy, or cause the movie came highly recommended or he just wanted to see what made me cry like that, either way, the movie was on again and I watched it AGAIN till the end!



My Hubby and I's engagement was a pretty hectic one when it came to family and acceptance, and the differences in culture are so huge, there was no way of going through with our marriage without stepping on toes. In fact, the day we got married, the marriage officer at Home Affairs refused point blank to marry us because "these foreigners are a problem", then the only other one there asked me in front of my husband whether I was sure I wanted to marry this white man, and proceeded to caution me on the dangers. I asked her what would make her say that to me, "We need to protect our own she said". Then I got to thinking, interracial marriages in South Africa were illegal at some stage, but I never thought to find out when they became legal until yesterday. And boy was I shocked.


On the 15th April 1985 the ban on mixed marriages was lifted in South Africa.


That's like YESTERDAY!!!!!!! Ok fine, I wasn't born yet, but still!


When Mandela was elected president in 1994, he declared: "We enter into a covenant that we shall build a society in which all South Africans, both black and white, will be able to walk tall, without any fear in their hearts, assured of their inalienable right to human dignity -- a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world.”


But alas we are still, sadly, very far from this.


But back to the movie, I was really moved by it, and glad for movies like this that teach people that colour is only skin deep, and love knows no boundaries. I sincerely hope our marriage officer watched it and has a different view now (heck, I'm tempted to pop by Home Affairs bearing DVD



Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Fun times - Arts Festival

This year's arts fest was such a jam. I did absolutely no studying and we were moving offices at work, so no work. But it was still crazy! Hubby's restaurant was constantly full till wee hours and on a few occasion, I had to help out on the floor (waitressing) when someone didn't pitch (mainly cause everyone under estimated how exhausting it can be). Was glad I hadn't lost my touch, but it made me realise how unfit I am...but that's a story for another day. This year I made it a point to see a few shows and be a tourist along with everyone else. Usually I'm constantly working and never get to enjoy what this little town of ours have to offer, and I got the opportunity to kick one of my Baby Bucket List Items off...woop woop. Anyhoo, I will let the pictures tell the story.



Best Gluhwein in town. No



Attempted jump photo

The dog that put a stop to it

Talking their ears off ;p

Posers ;)



More posers :)

BEST COCKTAIL...Not Biased!!!

Tessa's found the love of her life!

Plenty laughs



Hubby and his "FRO"

More of the parade.

Beautiful Lolly, played  the piano at the restaurant every night.

And always filled the house with her fans.

Twas a good year for us. But alas the last day of festival was the last day of our restaurant-owner's days and we have since shut our doors indefinitely. That last day was bitter sweet...there will be tonnes I will miss, including being able to just order my meals instead of cook, now I REALLY HAVE TO learn to cook...blah, but for real, we've had sooooo many good times, ugly times too and we'll take those memories with us, but now, a new beginning awaits....

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Phallus Exhibition - National Arts Fest


A phallus is an erect penis, a penis-shaped object, or a mimetic image of an erect penis. Such symbols often represent the fertility and cultural implications that are associated with the male sexual organ, as well as the male orgasm.WIKI

Our sleepy town was awake for the annual national arts festival this past week. What a jam this year has been.

My inlaw's had a Phallus exhibition which sadly I missed because it was just a crazy whirlwind week. I did however get to see some of the art works before the festival.

Surprisingly this very conservative town of ours was very supportive and I think the Spear would have fit in perfectly.

Would you have popped in for a visit?