I fucking love Joburg

I showed my dad a tote bag today that says “I fucking love Joburg‘ and he laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

But I do love Joburg.

Especially my hood.

I just walked the streets, took in the beautiful light and stopped at my favourite bar for a Negroni.

I sipped my drink, I wrote a few things down, and I read a book.

Milkman, by Anna Burns.

It’s very difficult.

I stopped reading and watched the sky change colour.

And then I walked home.  I had to take a different route so I could avoid the guy who’s always at the bar next door and whose calls I never answer and who I have to avoid for the rest of my life.

That’s the thing in Johannesburg.

Or in my hood, anyway.

Everyone knows everyone.

It’s small.  It’s lovely.  It’s mostly easy.

And I fucking love it.

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The bag is from Black Coffee, 44 Stanley, Johannesburg.

 

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