A try for the Boks is a fleeting distraction from trying times
Ninety minutes of rainbow-nationing won’t fix SA, but it sure is better than nothing
We’ve all made mistakes in our life that we regret. Some of these mistakes require public apologies, some threaten careers or cause aeroplanes to crash. I have made all of those mistakes, but none so painful as the mistake I most recently made.
I haven’t been able to speak about this, not even to myself, but it’s time to face facts. I’m writing this on Wednesday. On Saturday the Springboks play the All Blacks in their first match of the Rugby World Cup, and I’m booked onto an international flight that takes off 10 minutes after kickoff. I don’t know how this has happened. I realised it only last week, as I looked at the date and time on my ticket and thought: “Hmmm, that rings a bell.” And then I sat staring into space, feeling the vertigo of simultaneously occupying two realities that cannot coexist, feeling as a madman in a sanatorium must feel when he bumps into an inmate wearing a three-cornered hat and claiming to be Napoleon.
“But this man cannot be Napoleon,” he thinks. “Why are people addressing him as Napoleon? He is not Napoleon, for I am Napoleon!”..