Easter Sunday and all was quiet in this working-class suburb of Joburg.
I hung the washing up at mid-morning, noticing how silent the neighbours were, for a change.
Not that they’re always a riot of noise. It’s just that we’re surrounded by progeny.
The two South-side neighbours have 3 girls and a boy-and-girl duet, all of whom scream in play as if, frankly, they were being tortured.
On the West side there is a high-school-age boy and on the East there are..well…lots of young children.
If I may go all Old Fart for a moment, I’m sure I never remember my generation, err, generating quite the same level of ear-piercing decibels when we played outside. Perhaps it is just that we were more used to playing outside, I don’t know.
It came to me that the preternatural silence, for a Sunday morning, was probably due to the families being at church. Along with half the political leaders of the country I might add. Odd how politicians exude piety in the month before a general election.
And this is one reason I will not be casting a vote next month. It’s not that I have anything particularly about people being religious – in my own way, and to the horror of most conventionally religious folk, I consider myself religious – or that I mind them going to church once in a while to top up their faith batteries – it gives me and mine a good solid morning of blessed silence and birdsong.
It’s more the sudden scramble to appear godly which sets my teeth on edge, and exposes those who harbour political ambition as the thinly-masked demons of a Wetiko infection that they are.
And while we’re on the topic: when did winning a political post become “coming into power” rather than “coming into service”? You see right there is my major reason for shunning all candidates as the plague-ridden hobgoblins they truly are: they no longer serve the people, but rather the structures of hierarchical power.
And that, seriously, will never do.
Pic: Politicians in Church? I mean, Fuck This Shit