Pathetic Fallacy
On the evening of Monday, September 28th, the weather finally broke. After a month of perfect sunshine and warmth, the fates gave me just what I was looking for.
At 4pm the office shook with one lone rumble of thunder. My mood of the last week broke as the excitement of weather other than sun took over. I flung my arms around Tshepo who looked at me slightly bemused. "You like this sort of weather then, do you?" she asked.
As the office began to clear out for the day, Ntombi came upstairs to the Programmes department (from the Finance department on the main floor). "Do you think we'll get a full-on Thunder Storm?" I asked her. Ntombi looked at me like I had just spoken Greek (I tend to get that look here a lot. My accent hasn't softened enough yet). I asked her twice more, and just as I thought I was going to have to write down my question, her face exploded into a smile, and she mocked me: "thundERRR stooRRRm". Ntombi has the most infectious laugh, so I was able to add joy and laughter to my excitement.
The sky was dark on my drive home. I could see the lightening running horizontally across it. The dust was moving in sheets across the highway. Traffic signs shook and palm trees bowed.
I arrived home just as the lightening settled in on Lonehill. I sat on the couch, with the lights off and watched the wind's attack on our garden. The trees and plants were being whipped backwards and forwards. Flowers were pulled from their stems and were being lashed around the yard.
The thunder and lightening continued throughout the night. Between thunder, I could hear the dust being lashed against our windows. The air was cool, and comfortable for sleeping. No rain came.
This morning, there are trees down on the roads across the city. Power is out in spots, traffic lights out of order.
Yet, Johannesburg continues on. Jo'burgers find their way around the trees and through the traffic lights. Without any indication or any central organisation, they make their way through. Through traffic, through democracy, through life. It is a sight to be seen.
At 4pm the office shook with one lone rumble of thunder. My mood of the last week broke as the excitement of weather other than sun took over. I flung my arms around Tshepo who looked at me slightly bemused. "You like this sort of weather then, do you?" she asked.
As the office began to clear out for the day, Ntombi came upstairs to the Programmes department (from the Finance department on the main floor). "Do you think we'll get a full-on Thunder Storm?" I asked her. Ntombi looked at me like I had just spoken Greek (I tend to get that look here a lot. My accent hasn't softened enough yet). I asked her twice more, and just as I thought I was going to have to write down my question, her face exploded into a smile, and she mocked me: "thundERRR stooRRRm". Ntombi has the most infectious laugh, so I was able to add joy and laughter to my excitement.
The sky was dark on my drive home. I could see the lightening running horizontally across it. The dust was moving in sheets across the highway. Traffic signs shook and palm trees bowed.
I arrived home just as the lightening settled in on Lonehill. I sat on the couch, with the lights off and watched the wind's attack on our garden. The trees and plants were being whipped backwards and forwards. Flowers were pulled from their stems and were being lashed around the yard.
The thunder and lightening continued throughout the night. Between thunder, I could hear the dust being lashed against our windows. The air was cool, and comfortable for sleeping. No rain came.
This morning, there are trees down on the roads across the city. Power is out in spots, traffic lights out of order.
Yet, Johannesburg continues on. Jo'burgers find their way around the trees and through the traffic lights. Without any indication or any central organisation, they make their way through. Through traffic, through democracy, through life. It is a sight to be seen.
posted by Jana at 10:16 AM
4 Comments:
hi this is gramps just checking
Hahah!! Papa!! Welcome, welcome.
after talking to your dear brother
i am back and hope to do better.
You are improving ,my my chopin, are you going to be a classy lady
Try Mozart or bach ha ha
We love you pop and mom
Ah, Papa, Chopin or not, I'm still a ways from classy. ;)
I am starting to pay more attention to the Afrikaans. Hou Links were my last learned terms.
Was my dear brother harassing you? You know, those Grandma pinches are the only way to stop him now that he's grown so big.
Love you and Grandma too.
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