Ladies and gents of sunny South Africa…Eita!
A truely South African greeting, which is almost guaranteed to earn you extra street cred if you drop it in casual situations. For those of us who have never heard it before, it is pronounced “eight-ah” – it is the modern day version of the very 1990′s: “Howzit”.
To take the education a little further, take your point scoring into another league include an additional word with Eita and you are winning. The sentence would now read ‘Eita bra/sissi’, depending on whether or not you are greeting a guy or girl. Bra being pronounced “br-ah”, but we all knew that, right? This again, can be compared to the fairly dated “Howzit boet” – this greeting had no gender, it was one size fits all.
Look at me rambling on before I have even begun, to all of those old faithful readers, welcome back. For all of those, who are reading this for the first time. Welcome. I am new here myself, I was presented with this platform to write positive things about South Africa, how could I not. For everyone, I would like to introduce myself. I am Dave, I currently live in (not so) sunny Cape Town. I am hugely passionate about this country and everything it has to offer.
Above all else, there is one thing this country can call its own which inspires me. The people. I am not a huge fan of politics, so I will not discuss that, unless it is funny – then I will, obviously. I am not a major sporting fanatic – although after Friday night (which was the inspiration for this post), the IRB Junior Rugby World Cup Finals. South Africa vs New Zealand. Newlands Park, Cape Town, Africa. 18:30.
I was invited to go and watch the game in a box, I must admit to opportunity of watching the game (any game) from a box was what initially made me want to go. It really is a pleasure, sitting in comfortable seats, not too crowded and nice and warm. Well, so I thought. After the following 80 minutes of jumping up and down when there was a chance at scoring, screaming out my priceless advice and opinions about the ref’s decisions, being struck in awe of 30 000 voices singing and jaunting. I wanted to be part of the mass of fans, I wanted to be wearing green and gold, sitting in the rain and having a castle. I wanted to be as South African as possible right then.
So, gone are the days of me saying I don’t like watching sport. I love it, but what I realise now it is more about your country’s sporting team, representing you and the people around you in a battle against the others. For that period of time, nothing matters – skin colour, culture, home language, nothing. Sport is something which unites us, and that is what I want to see…and be part of. I am definitely going to become a ‘yes’ man when it comes to South African sporting events.
I look forward to writing down the amazing experiences I go through and hear about along the way, in this wonderful country which I call home.
South Africa, jou lekker ding.
P.S. How could I not rub in the view from the box. The first picture is our view, during the singing of the national anthems. The second, well that is me pointing to the scoreboard which read ‘SA: 22, NZ: 16′ at full time.
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