The south of Joburg has officially come online!
No alarm clocks, it’s holiday time. The sun is high when I wake up, feeling heavy, like a lead weight.
The sounds of life outside my walls are less and fainter than usual. The roads carry less cars. Most people are also on vacation.
Thunder crashes in the distance, the sounds reaching me in the hot almost-still night, broken, also, by the constant chirping of the crickets. The storm is still far away. It may come this way. Or it may pass overhead, its bark worse than its bite. This is my favourite time of the year.
I’m an unashamed reader of signs in public rest rooms. They are an insight into the organisation which put them up. This one is humbling in its message. Lest we forget…let us remember the following…especially the 2nd bullet point under Info:
"Please therefore be mindful that the person hired to clean these facilities might just be a cleaner to you, but to others he/she is a wife/husband, mother/father, friend, sister/brother, daughter/son, partner and colleague."