Scatterlings of Africa

My Facebook intro reads: “Binary Wizard, friend to dragons and all things macabre.”
My Twitter bio denotes “Continuously considering trickle down techonomics with a dash of global politics. Would rather be skiing right now”.
If someone were to ask me to list 5 things that describe me I would pick Bibliophile, Athlete, Gamer, Reluctant AI, and Lover of All Things Fluffy.

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.

Born during an apartheid South Africa.
Raised in the Rainbow Nation.
A nomad in a world struggling with an identity crisis.

 


Scatterlings is a studio album from Juluka, a South African band led by Johnny Clegg and Sipho Mchunu. The song and album were first released in 1982. Go culturally appropriate at – https://youtu.be/6Ca2uVZuiY0

4 Comments

    1. Mandi Ainslie Post author Reply

      From my experience yes. I have been lucky enough to travel across Africa as well as Eastern and Western Europe on a regular basis and it is always strange coming home. After every trip, you have a new lens that you inspect your home environment with and find that you ‘fit in’ less and less. At this point, I am a cultural mutt with very little in common with the folks that I grew up with.

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