Chronicles of Fly

Eish! just when I had hope of a good contest the bakkies bokke go and maul the welwichucks, although I cannot applaud Jacques Burger (bloke with the untamed hair and Broken nose) and his boys enough for their gallant effort.   Like bubbles Udjombala said “Scoreboards don’t measure heart, and the welwichucks definitely have heart”,   we may have lost every match at the world cup so far but my faith in the biltong boere (it’s just a name, calm down everybody) is like the resolve of Julius Malema and the ANC; it remains unshaken. What irked me just a little were the tasteless shots taken at the Welwichucks after that game, I really have no problem in people expressing their opinions but ridiculing your own countrymen, some of whom quit their jobs and took unpaid   leave to represent their country is just a bit unpatriotic. There is a thin line between humour such as the following tweets “@bubbs07: Just called Closwa and Nam Breweries to stop export...Mwanya nee!!! ” Or  

In the famous words of one of my supervisors a certain Monsieur Jean-Jaques Royer   “Cesev is an elite class, once you are in you will be respected and held in high regard, however to get in you have to work for it”. True to those words the last 15 months or so have been the most stressful, tiring, nerve wrecking, sleep deprived, joyful and wonderfully bizarre moments of my life. It was a rollercoaster that had its share of thrills, spills and “I’m gona puke” moments. They were physically and emotionally taxing but yet beautiful moments that can never be taken from me and that I will cherish forever.  Obviously I would not have had any fun if it was not for my 14 classmates (refer to photograph), I can hear the little voice in my head going “That bunch of misfits”, a true example of the term “United Nations”, with two Colombians, two Senegalese, one Gabonese, a Malian, one Guinean (Conakry), one Mexican, Two Kazakhs, one Indonesian, a new Caledonian and one Frenchman thrown in