But my inherited culture is a ‘laslappie kombers’ of English “Snide British Quips”, “Dutch straightforward pragmatism”, and the African premise of Ubuntu (google philosophy not operating system). I was raised with a love for the African savannah, the importance of hard work and that Sundays are reserved for church and reflection. My upbringing was no different from other upper-class families, and for most of my life I accepted the ‘guidelines’ without question.
It did not happen overnight, but somewhere during my teenage years (with the influence of MANY books, media, drugs, and alcohol) I started to rebel against the social roots that my Christian religion and English-Dutch culture afforded me. My religion did not promote inclusivity and despite the miracle that is the South African democracy, my culture did not adapt to the “Brave New World”.
Today I am without a tribe, but I am the sum of my experiences. I am the books that I read, the people that I meet, and the places that I travel to – culturally appropriating from a tribe called human.