I'm from the k-dorp

so now that we've established that i'm a bad blogger , i feel mininimal guilt when i don't blog for days ( no that's actually a lie, i feel bad really bad but a girl must try to keep up her spirits ). lolness no , for serious now as an attempt to make up for my bad behaviour I will entertain you with a few of my stories.
Now my girl friends (friends who are girls ) know some of my stories and know that when i tell a story there's generally atleast a gud 5 seconds of entertainment value when u look back on it and see how " special" i am, lol. But the stories i'm goin to tell you today are stories about a little town called Krugersdorp where I'm from. The K-dorp is a town on the outskirts of Johannesburg , one of South frica's biggest cities. And it's a town full of interestingness. named after one of the "greatest" Afrikaaner presidents the K-dorp is the kinda town that attracts its fair share of Afrikaaner white supremecists who believe that that all black people should die . It's great. In fact we are famous for our assasins ( a Krugersdorp resident was implicated in the assasination of Chris Hani http://www.jrnyquist.com/may14/an_assassination.htm ) Our animal cruelty ( students of Krugersdorp Highschool threw blue spray painted chickens off a second story balcony , to see if they could fly )and the satanic killing of students
http://www.mg.co.za/article/2008-08-18-krugersdorp-school-rocked-by-satanic-killing .

Aside from that Krugersdorp also has a very prominent racist culture where you can be called easy to offend when say that you find talk of "the good old days of apartheid " from the pulpit offensive. It is also commonplace to be called a kaffir ( if you are black ) in Krugersdorp.Two of the most prominent incidences in my personal memory book are
1) The time when I was walking to the gym from school one day and was accosted by an Afrikaaner youth who screamed Kaffir Bitch as we shared the road.
2) A personal favourite of mine however,was on the morning after our matric dance a friend's mother was driving us to our Breakfast when a taxi driver did one of those annoying things that taxi drivers generally do , like turn without indicating and my friends mother exclaimed " Bloody Kaffir!" only to then remember that there was a black person in the car with her. It was great, as she tried to explain how she "didn't hate black people or think about black people like that" but that he was an unruly driver and in some way deserved the title.

My no1 favourite story from the farm is the time when my church group got together a group of young people to play a game of 30 seconds . Now that day was one of those days when i decided to take initiative and make an effort with my appearance past the normal because well there was this guy that i sort of had a thing for, but only because he was the only non- brother ( in the sense that i was way to close to any of the other guys to actually like them like them) . Any way so we got paired on a team n i was like yes ,time to rock my pretty.The game started and it was going pretty well until my partner got the card black monday. For clarity sake i will explain that on that particular day i was wearing black trousers , black shoes, a black jersey and had black hair. So anyway , we were in the heat of the game tryin to get all the points before ou thirty seconds was up and he said , "what's the day before Tuesday ?" and i was like "Monday " and then he said ( this moment sorta goes into slow motion in my brain) Bloooghg bllo ( slow motion sound effects ) , "What are you ?" and i was like " Black" , it didn't click to me at first, but then the room went quiet. And I was like Omigosh , Omigosh , after years of goin to this church and interacting with these people that's all I am , that's all I am , THE BLACK GIRL( all in my head of course). He sorry , i laughed and said it was ok and conversation nervously picked up again, but up to today and probably for the rest of my life it remains a moment i'll remember.

The really sad part of that story was that the first thing that popped into my head was black as opposed to the multitude of other things i could have thought of , the first thing I thought was black . But i guess thats the product of bein the burban ( Suburban ) black girl in the K-dorp. Another product of this burbaness was that at this , like many other functions , I was the only black person there, which sorta explains the rest of the room goin quiet. Cos in South Africa we have this odd sort of thing we do, where we pretend that race doesn't exist when in the back of our minds its one of the first things we judge people by.

so ya if I happen to be a lil odd sometimes and slightly militant , please remember that I'm from Krugersdorp . I would like to say in its defense however, that the K-dorp isn't all racist and that it does have some nice people and some good times and maybe i'll tell you some of those stories on another day when i've nbeen a particularly bad blogger.

P.S. Sorry this was so deep and intense
P.P. S. I'm really not that bitter
P.P.P.S Ok mayb i'm a lil bitter