This was written by Tristypoo

There’s really influential moments in your life when something huge happens and it shapes you and you remember that moment as a milestone in your journey Then there’s little moments that don’t seem to be too significant but for some reason they still stand out and you tend to remember them more frequently and clearly than the milestones.

So we were standing on the beach, me and peter and joel, kind of in a half circle like in high school in the morning when nobody really has anything to say but they want to look like they’re really sociable and content with their abundance of self confidence overflowing from their coolness, all with the intent to not stand out as losers, but still inviting anyone who passes by to join the circle. We really weren’t too sure what we were doing there. we’d just shown up for some kind of a youth rally game fun thing but as we got there it seemed more like we were to help out or something. So we stood there confused and reluctant to do anything because the people who where supposed to tell us what to do weren’t really sure what they were doing and therefore did not know what to tell us to do. A few people were arriving and signing up or something at a table set up next to a tent, but not the 300 that were apparently supposed to show. We stood mostly in silence occasionally broken by random small talk, starring back and forth from the sea to the people arriving. I looked at the road we stood by, then to the beach and in a split second it happened…so fast that I’m pretty sure it must have been planned or perhaps all a beautiful illusion. It all started with blaring music behind me, kwaito music as it is apparently called. It’s a lot like the theme from talespin and jungle book…with like steel drums and stuff but then it was kind of dance musicish. Anyways it was pumpin and exciting and full of energy. So I spun around immediately and there’s this party happening right there on the road. Like 15 locals from nearby townships had spilled out of a cab and started dancing and freaking out in a split second. All the cabs here are pimped out with woofers and 6x9s and flashy cd players. Everyone was dancing…You know when you go to a Christian wedding or like a school dance and the music and accommodations are really high quality but nobody really dances, except for a few annoying people who try to get everyone rallied up and it works for a few moments but then everyone gets kind of embarrassed because they don’t want to look stupid but then they’re also embarrassed because of the fact that they’re embarrassed about what other people think about them and the dancing dies and people mostly stand around in awkward half circles with confused looks on they’re faces. Yah so this was totally opposite, like I said everyone was dancing and not just swaying to the music but truly freaking out. Everyone had their own dance moves that involved there whole bodies with head thrusts and kicks and flapping motions with their arms. They didn’t look embarrassed at all in fact they looked pretty confident with their moves. And damn they could dance, so smooth and rhythmic and natural. Just then the cabbie started his engine and took off. The moment ended just as suddenly as it had begun leaving behind possibly the best memory of South Africa I will ever experience.

Now I’m not writing this with the intent of saying that all white people are boring, lame and stuck up. You see Joel gave us this long speech afterward about the difference between racism and racial profiling and how one is prejudice and demeaning and the other is prudent in certain circumstances. So in order to avoid being called a racist or educationally challenged, let’s just say all the white people that I know are boring lame and stuck up.

-Tristypoo

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