Ashamed of having plenty
Not very often it happens to me here in Joburg. Surely not because it is a rare sight. Instead, most of the times I am too busy and fail to pay attention to what is going on around me.
The scene goes as follows: traffic light turns red and a white bakkie (small vehicle with an open air trunk) stops. It is packed with black men of all ages being taken back and forth to work by a white driver (usually an Afrikaans builder). They sit tight like in a "sardine can" and some of them look old, tired and "apartheid" sad. Others look young, eager, "Zim" relieved and a bit angry.
Then, right behind it, one can see, a groomed 30-something white expat, sitting in a huge air-conditioned car, listening to music, talking on her mobile phone, with one child or maybe all alone on her way to Yoga.
There is no worse feeling in the world than looking those men in the face. One feels like the smallest, most spoiled person in the most absurd, unfair and ridiculous situation.
I try to look away. Ashamed of having it all.