I’m trying to fall in love with you, South Africa. I really am. I want to love this country of yours, of struggle, of independence, of beauty.
It hasn’t happened yet. Each time I arrive to ORTambo, I open my heart, ready to be swept off my feet.
You know how some countries are like an old friend, welcoming you with hugs and kisses and all over, nothing-but-goodness, when you arrive? Well, South Africa, you are more like an asshole who’s always up in your face and yelling belligerently. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
It’s hard to love you, but I’m trying.