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The horizon shimmered

The sun had already offered its salutations as it attempted to wrestle winter’s cold grip from the throat of my hometown of Lobatse. Excitement filled the air as our celestial ball of gas stimulated the thermometer’s mercury.

Warmed by my cup of tea, I was prepared for the adventurous journey ahead. While my hometown of Lobatse had always been my world, the prospect of venturing beyond its boundaries filled me with a sense of wonder and curiosity.

Appropriately dressed to court winter’s fandango, I climbed into my father’s car. We made our way to the South African border. After completing immigration formalities the road stretched out like an endless ribbon, winding its way through Africa’s rugged terrain. My gaze darted back and forth, taking in the breathtaking scenery that flashed by.

The rugged hills gave way to vast plains, dotted with acacia trees and teeming with wildlife. Animals grazed contentedly, casting curious glances as the car sped past. As we approached our destination, the excitement level mounted. Johannesburg, the city of gold, awaited. I had heard stories of its towering skyscrapers, bustling streets and glittering lights.

At first, the horizon shimmered and then as we got closer, the lights arose from the approaching night. For a little boy from Lobatse, a little town that didn’t have any street lights, this was a whole new world. Towering buildings loomed above, their glass facades reflecting the moonlight in a dazzling display. The streets were thronged with people of every description, their voices blending together in a vibrant tapestry of sound. My father manoeuvred his car expertly through the busy streets. We were making our way to Fordsburg.

As we journeyed on, the landscape transitioned. The buildings took on a more rustic earthy feel, as did the population. South Africa needn’t have changed its name to the Rainbow Nation after the dismantling of Apartheid, it was always the Rainbow Nation. We slowed as we entered Fordsburg amidst the traffic and bustling streets. Luck smiled on us as we quickly found a parking spot. I held my father’s hand as we exited the car and quickly stopped in a dense crowd of people. We had apparently joined a line though I could not see much. At my tender age I remained somewhat vertically challenged. Despite being blinded by the forest of people, delightful aromas tickled my nose.

Though my mother had packed food for our car journey, padkos if you will, I was still hungry. There didn’t appear to be an orderly line of people, just a random swarm of humanity. Voices pierced the air, loudly relating food orders and random names uttered for collections. As a result, the human herd moved forward relatively quickly. We finally collected our food and made our way back to the car. The folded newspaper that had been covering our food was quickly discarded, releasing a delectable aroma.

My salivary glands immediately stood at attention in anticipation of the impending feast. A quick glance inside the grey cardboard container revealed a banquet of hot fresh fried hake fish, lounging on a massive bed of piping hot chips.

Thickly sliced juicy polony cuts were served on the side. Salt, brown malt vinegar and a crimson dusting of masala bathed everything. Steam erupted as I tore off a large piece of the fish and along with the masala infused chips, I crammed both into my waiting mouth. My waiting brain immediately dispatched dopamine, inducing unrestrained feel good vibes. While I’m pretty certain fried hake with masala chips and polony would not be a staple item on three times Michelin starred restaurant, Le Meurice Alaine Ducasse in Paris, the famed Parisien institution would have found it pretty difficult to have provided something tastier than my Solly’s Corner meal. It is these simple moments that remain fondly ledgered in one’s memory. Happiness can be found in life’s elementary pleasures. Following our piquant and scrumptious meal, we proceeded on to Fontana Bakery. It is here that I was introduced into the decadent world of imported chocolate. My eyes widened as I took my first bite of the rich, velvety chocolate.

It was unlike anything my young mouth had ever tasted before, a sweet and indulgent delight that sent shivers down my spine. I savoured the taste, rolling it over my tongue and allowing its flavours to dance across my taste buds. And while I realise the meal was not the epitome great nutrition, it was delicious. But how important is proper nutrition for a young child? Good nutrition is crucial for a child's overall development. According to the World Health Organisation, malnutrition affects around 149 million children globally. Adequate nutrition promotes optimal physical and cognitive growth, strengthening the immune system and reducing illness and disease. Proper nourishment supports brain development, enhancing learning abilities and academic performance. Additionally, children with nutritious diets have higher energy levels, enabling them to actively participate in physical activities and maintain a healthy weight. Investing in good nutrition for children is vital to ensure their well-being, growth, and future prospects. The rest of the trip passed in a blur of excitement and wonder. I had soaked up the vibrant energy of the city and understood the magic of the world beyond my little hometown. Wonders beyond my imagination made me realise I had only scratched the surface of what life had to offer. The catalyst for a life of discovery.

Editor's Comment
Enough is enough!

On Saturday at around 9am it was reported that an accident claimed the lives of five people who happened to be related. The car they were travelling in is said to have attempted to overtake only to realise that the oncoming car was fast approaching. When the driver tried to get back to his lane, he hit the car he was trying to drive past whilst overtaking.Many quickly took to social media to show sympathy to the victims and also offer their...

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