South African challenges.

As a nurse, I work twelve hour shifts and besides my two days off every week, during the week, I get every second weekend off, and my weekends off are three days.  Those three days are much needed to catch up with the usual household chores and more importantly to recharge myself.  Part of that recharging involves catching up on what I enjoy doing, be it reading, writing, gardening a little or watching a few of my favourite Tv series and maybe a movie or two. Of course making sure I get good quality sleep and rest on my time off is also important because I work nights and the quality of sleep during the day is not as good as sleeping at night.   Recharging and sleeping well is really important, because to look after your patients well, you need to look after yourself well. For the most part I get the balance right.

Unfortunately sometimes that balance gets a bit topsy-turvy for reasons I have no control over and on Friday morning that balance was knocked out of whack. I’d had a busy night at work. It was a very humid day, so after I’d had a cool shower and eaten I went to sleep with the fan on. I’d probably been asleep for an hour and the fan stopped. When it stopped I knew the power was off, as power outages are common in South Africa 🇿🇦. As I called out to my husband, he told me we had been disconnected because we were (supposedly) in arrears. I knew we weren’t. Our municipality #Pietermaritzburg #MsunduziMunicipality is a poor excuse of a municipality. Our city is literally a dirty and crumbling. Potholes everywhere and broken pavements. Frequent power cuts, mostly because of lack of maintenance. Water leaks are common, also because of deteriorating infrastructure.

Their billing department is extremely atrocious. They have kept me in arrears for an amount I paid over a year ago. They have also out of thin air, this month, added an “installment payment plan, which is for people who are in arrears and can’t pay their bill all at once. Well, I am not in arrears in the first place.

So, after a busy night at work, I had to get out of bed, go into the middle of our messy and busy city and sort the issue out. When the consultant looked on the computer, she said I was fully paid up. When I asked about the two amounts I supposedly owe, she told me they are not on the “system”. Yet they show up on my statement and because of that I get disconnected! One hand doesn’t know what the other hand is doing, although I also believe more and more, that it is a ploy by them to squeeze as much money as they can out of us, by deceptive means. They don’t budget properly and, they waste money, never mind their corruption and dodgy tenders. This is how most South African government departments work these days, unfortunately. Anyway, they reconnected us a few hours later. This sort of thing is not isolated, it happens to so many people who are up to date with payments. They also do disconnections mainly on Fridays because they know people don’t want to be without power over a weekend. By all means, go after those who don’t pay, but for those of us who pay timeously, treat us with the respect we deserve.

A view from the municipality balcony.

The view looking onto the other side of the city. No major lockdown for us, even though South Africa has the highest numbers of Covid in Africa.

I’ll save the story of our water meter for another day, another example of total incompetence by #MsunduziMunicipality!

By the time I got home, it was after lunch, it was hot and I was finished. I slept well on Friday night but it took me until Sunday before I felt like I was rested. I wonder if these clueless municipal officials know what stress they subject us to?

For now, I can only hope and pray that my billing will get sorted out and they will leave me in peace!

A Pen-Pal From America

When I was about ten, I began writing to a pen pal in America, through the TV show The Big Blue Marble. This was quite a big deal for me back in the 80s, because coming from small town Zimbabwe 🇿🇼, I thought America was a magical land. After all, most TV programs and the movies I watched at our cinema in town were American. From movies like ET, Ghostbusters, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Short Circuit, The Karate Kid, to the likes of Footloose, Top Gun and many more, those movies shaped my view of how I perceived America to be.

So, when I began writing to my new pen pal all those years ago, it was exciting. I was actually writing to someone who lived in America! As I grew up up and became a teenager I dreamed of travelling to America and visiting her. Unfortunately that never happened, simply because I could never afford to visit America. We lost contact not long after I began nursing and she was in university. Then, nearly nine years ago we reconnected on Facebook. Or rather it was me that reconnected with her when I did a search on Facebook and her name came up, so I sent her a friend request, which she accepted. It was nice to see how she was doing, but besides our initial interaction of a few messages, we didn’t communicate much more after that. Sometimes I wondered what she thought of me, especially as an ex Zimbabwean, now South African. Did she even know any other South Africans (never mind Zimbabweans)? How much did she really know about South Africa? Did she think I was a little strange for looking her up on Facebook in the first place? Of course, I never asked her any of those questions. Admittedly, even though I looked her up and sent her a friend request, I held back and didn’t want to be overbearing. Yet as children, when we wrote to each other, we had no such inhibitions and asked whatever questions we thought of.

Every now and then she would post pictures of her and her family, and recently, occasional updates of her sons who were leaving high school and off to college. Her last post was just after Christmas and then I noticed a few days ago she was no longer on my Facebook. I felt a sense of sadness when I realized it, even though we barely interacted with each other. I remember when we lost contact all those years ago, and I felt that same sense of sadness at losing a childhood friend, albeit one that I never met in person, but only through hand written letters (which I still have). I had always hoped we would get in contact again but we never did – until Facebook came along. I am quite sure she has deactivated her Facebook, which is fair enough, everyone has their own reasons for wanting to quit Facebook. It’s just like, “hey” – what happened? Which I find sad, that sudden disappearance. Who knows? Maybe one day we will catch up again. Then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s just time to accept that there is a time for everything –

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time [a]to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.