Like flipping the page
We ushered in the New
Year quietly, no fanfare or gatherings as we were under a curfew in South
Africa. The ban on alcohol sales also meant there was no bubbly to click
glasses to and without live television there was nothing to keep us prompted on
the passing of time.
With an eye on our
watches, we lit a candle each o reflect on a year we could never have
anticipated, to remember the many who we lost to the pandemic and other causes
along with the blessings and grace that has kept us, and to resolve to live,
tell, and write better stories.
Not a paradise for
many
When it struck
midnight, some people came out of their houses to hail in the New Year, a lady
above us was beating a pan and hollering at the top of her voice. We looked out
to see what was going on, acknowledged and exchanged celebratory greetings
until the persistence from street level indicated something else.
The man was pleading
for alms and others were already lining up to ask for something if I acceded
the first request. There is grinding poverty in Cape Town, it is difficult to
look into the eyes of some people and not feel your heart go out to them, but
there is little you can do. Once you give to one, literally out of nowhere many
appear acting completely oblivious of the fact that you had just been generous.
Suffering has no nuance, survival scrapes for anything.
Not too ordinary a
day
At that point, we
kept away from the window until the police dispersed the people whilst we made
to retire and go to bed. When we eventually woke up, we went out for brunch
before making for the V&A Waterfront. Finding a quiet spot by the Mariner’s
Wharf, we soaked in the sun, at a large harbour of yachts all overlooked by the
natural emblems of Cape Town from left to right, Lion’s Head, Table Mountain, and Signal Hill.
On our return home, I
fell asleep on the couch, it was another day, an auspicious day by the
calendars we share and with it we close the chapter on a year that was yesterday
and begin to plan to a different tomorrow. Most of all, I did all this with my fiancé,
Brian, the love of life and amazingly wonderful man.
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