The braai gathering with my friends, or shall I say, homeboys is always stuff to look forward to. It’s not something regular as it normally happens once in four months. This is the moment where we let loose from our hectic daily professional lives and chat, debate, laugh at everything from politics, women, marriage, village life back home etc. This is the time where we always reminisce about childhood in our different villages, games we used to play, men of the village our customs and traditions.
Saturday night was no different. We did what we do best, meat, alcohol, soccer, debates and laughter. We reminisced about a bus called Blue Line that around this time, December, used to carry people from Cape Town to Transkei villages and vice versa. We were surprised by how kind this bus service was to our people. It used to deliver people to their homes and it could give you a lift, all the way from Transkei to Cape Town with a promise that a relative, based in Cape Town, will pay when you arrive. After all, there was nothing called a cell phone and a land line was a luxury afforded only by those who got “better” lives. This was normal and never frowned upon. There was no need to verify if the person at the destination will really pay. This company or drivers took and trusted the word of the people.
This was beautiful and kind but I cannot in anyway claim that every request was successful and every promise was kept. The world has shifted and our values, as Africans, have somehow been replaced by certain influences and I don’t see how companies would ever return to this kindness. As people we no longer mean what we say and any company that could offer that kind of service today would soon be out of business.
By Chuma Kave