The Brief Story Of Short Weekends Straight From China

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Talk about things of weekends from hell and who knows from where else.

People are having it hard out there. And your weekend nearly got a stain from an ink spillage out of the writer’s pen. In fact, it could have been a serving of critical analysis about yet another ANC Policy talk-shop thingy. Depressing stuff. For example, in its twenty-eight years in government, the ANC vote hustlers never really took seriously…, you know, pay much attention to national security threats. Especially those brought about by a free for all immigration approach. Now, look at the mess that is South Africa. 

Dastard vile beasts molest and violate women and girls with glee. Add to that the local, continental and global criminals doing as they please in Mzansi.

In any event, the paragraph above is not our story for today. 

So, dear old friend, on this blessed day- let us lighten up with a munching of a short story from someone whose weekends come straight from China.  Therefore, in the spirit of light-heartedness, please take her story, not as height-shaming or even black-on-black-black violence. You do know, akere ne, ane? That moChina is a black in South Africa. Come on now, who plays moChina the most in Mzansi? Blacks! As waar. MaChina, ke ma ndaki, bafethu. It could be that they are just a different shade of black. 

So, the writer catches up with an old friend – a MoSotho-Sotho! It’s Saturday of 30 July 2022. And kukhona those that are going about enjoying their groovy-kinda of love of this, that, those things. You dig! But not my friend. She…, with a light-hearted and defeated yet soldiering on tone …, She laments, you know…, Gives the gone are those days when we were young, had lots of fun and were carefree. Because now are the times of the ripe age-to-petering out.

So, she says…, 

“Hey, I only arrive home now, since leaving this morning. Ke leka le ho etsa di washini mo. Aay! And then prepare for church tomorrow. Kere ke up-and-down, evvreee! Day! Our weekends are from China, can you see how short they are, aayyii! Khona. On  a Saturday like this, you wake at seven. You want to leave home at ten. But you depart from home at half ten to eleven. And then you come back at three in the afternoon. On your arrival at three…, You don’t know where the time went. So, it is time to sleep. Then it is time to wake up again. Ke hore, yho! Hee-e! Ha ore phapha, it’s Sunday after noon and letsatse le a dikela.”

Indeed, on Sunday when the sun sets – it goes down on you. Because bass John (not Elton) wants you at the plantation fresh and early on a Monday morning. With or without bhabhalazi. Aaiii! And so are the days and hours of our lives.

Phela Phela kwe weekend. Cozi!

Ooh! By the way how was your weekend? In fact, what’s your typical week-end like? Please share.

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