Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Spotlight on South Africa



South Africa is prevalent in the news lately as the 2010 World Cup gets underway. Likely the US has some interesting news pieces about what the country is like now that it is inundated with foreigners for the largest sporting event in the world.

I feel fortunate that I am getting a taste of South Africa here while I am in South Korea. As it turns out, I have become fast friends with 5 South African English teachers.

The first thing that makes them stand out is their accent. Like all of the English speaking world, they have a distinct way of speaking English (well there are a few amongst South Africans aka Saffas, of course, but I can't detect the differences yet). It sounds like a delightfully aristocratic form of British English. I jokingly called my friends "the descendants of gentlemen farmers" but it seems to actually be true (Many of their ancestors came from England and the Netherlands within the last 150 years to farm.). In addition to speaking English, many of them can speak one of the country's 11 official languages. My friends speak Afrikaans and have taught me a few words...and they are probably some of the filthiest words on the planet.

Back to the English, though. Just hanging out with these guys has exposed me to new words that I unconsciously say all the time. Want to sound like a Saffa? Here is my rough guide.

ya
= yeah. You are going to pronounce it like yaah, or the way a Bostonian would say "car".

kief
= cool. (pronounced kiff). But its much more nuanced than just "cool".

keen
= excited, looking forward to, ready to, expecting to. Sure, you are thinking that you say keen already, so what's the big deal? Well you don't say it like this. You must say it all the time, e.g. "Are you keen to climb tomorrow?"

bru
= man, bro, dude. Say it with a slight tongue roll.

braai
= BBQ. (pronounced bry) But like everything else in life and across borders, it isn't a 1:1 correlation.

tekkies
= running shoes

oke
= guy, man, dude

shot
= thanks.

lighty
= younger person (When I was a lighty...)

as-well
= as well, too. used instead of too (pronounced AS-well with a tax audit's worth of stress on the first syllable).

"Ya bru, are you keen for the kief braai as well?"

zef = sort of white trash, redneck
*These 2 folks are in no way representative of the people I know from South Africa.


If you want to get a better sense of the country and don't have time to make new international friends or travel to South Africa, you can watch some films.
Here is what I recommend to you, in order of increasing authenticity:

#1 Invictus. This movie would have been more authentic, in my opinion if the director and both lead characters weren't all American. I suppose that's the way it needed to be for it to get made by Hollywood. It's a great film and delves much deeper into South Africa than just rugby. The movie is pretty lean on commentary on social events of the time and I would have loved it to be 30 minutes longer so it could be packed with more about the country and Mandela.#2 District 9.
I saw this before I met any South Africans. It's a sci-fi movie but as far as I can tell it shows modern South Africa pretty well (besides the aliens, naturally). Folks speak with genuine accents and there is fantastic social commentary thinly veiled in a story about aliens...







#3 Tsotsi. This is a rough film. It is excellent and at the same time heartbreaking. It's worth seeing, so do it.









I don't mean to simply the lives of people or of an entire nation by saying that they live in a place that can be summed up with 3 movies. They are good films and have helped me to understand my friends a little more. I want to watch more films in the future so I can get a better understanding of the country and my friends.




So my Saffa friends grew up during Apartheid and were there when it ended. They saw Nelson Mandela get released from jail and become president. They were witness to one of the most dramatic and amazing political and social changes of our generation. My 5 close friends here are all white. They are minorities in South Africa. Coming from America, the term "minority" has only been applied to non-white people. It's really interesting to hear their perspective on things. Living in South Africa during this tumultuous time has shaped their worldview in ways that are different from people from previous generations. They are one of the few English-speaking nations that has never been a super-power in the world. And they are all African. They are more African than any of my friends back home, regardless of skin color. It should come as no surprise, then, that the amalgamation of all of these things has led to one common trait that they all share: South Africans know how to party. I am always happy to see their positive attitudes and boundless enthusiasm. I am thrilled that every time we are out I hear "Bru, you must come to South Africa. You will love it." When it is someone's birthday, or the calendar says that it is Saturday or we have a day off of school, they are organizing a braai and sending out invites. When the braai happens, it isn't a half-hearted 2 hour affair. Usually it is a large (yet still intimate) 10 hour, multi-course (including prawn chips), multi-venue event where no one leaves hungry. The best part is that regardless of the debauchery that may have transpired the night before, the day after a braai they are ready to go. They have their priorities in order.

Jono and Claire



Devon, patriotically wrapped in the South African flag.

Roxy and Claire, loving life as usual.



Jono and Devon singing the South African national anthem...in all 4 languages.
I met the ambassador to South Africa. We chatted policy for a bit. Seriously.

Jono, grilling. The ubiquitous prawn chip.
Dale and some biltong.

Oh goodness! It's already June!

Just a quick update, there is more I will be posting very soon.

March came in like a lion and left like a lamb...and that lamb is broiling nicely in the furnace that is June. It is hot here. And humid. Wisconsin is hot and humid in the summer, but this is a bit more extreme. My school's chosen method of keeping cool is opening the huge sliding windows and hoping for some cross wind to blow the muggy, stagnant air out of the building. There are no screens on the windows, but we don't have to worry about insects. The odd bee or fly that got in during the mild spring months has isn't a concern now as all life smaller than a mouse has likely died in this heat.

The students have switched to their summer uniforms and the teachers all look like middle managers with their casual and mildly effective short sleeve shorts. We turn on ceiling-mounted fans in the afternoons, but they mostly just push the air around the room. The school has large air conditioning units, but those are mostly there to mock us and to pile office supplies on.

Running is almost unbearable so we have to go at night. Why I thought signing up for multiple 20k races was a good idea is a great example of my undying optimism. Let's see if my body can also be undying this weekend as Joe, Ashleigh and I attempt another 20k mountain race in the southern part of the country.

The monsoon is expected to start very soon, so with any luck it will give us a short respite from the heat before the sun hits the standing rainwater and the country turns into one giant sauna. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. It is hot and I want to be able to convey that to you. My apartment has a futuristic remote controlled air conditioning unit. Thanks to my dwelling's tiny size, I can reduce the temperature in a few short minutes.

More to come soon...