One thing you have to understand that from the moment I board the kombi on my way back from work, I immediately start stripping it all off. Sitting inside that kombi I begin to get rid of my armor and shield. First its my earrings (lol yes I wear stud earrings), then my necklace and watch.
From then on, I wait for the kombi to drop me off. First of all you have to understand that I stay approximately 300metres away from the bus stop. But this estimate has never bothered me before, because from the moment I drop off, the shoes come off. As I step on the tarred road, my soft feet cringe against the oiled the stones. Well this is also good for my stresses, it is very therapeutic I recommend that you try it. 300metres I walk bare footed. I hardly look at the people, all I can see are the white asbestos of the place I call home. Subconsciously the top part of my cardigan jersey starts to drop from one shoulder, am almost there.
From the moment I walk into the house I change from the “tight”, “sexy”, “stylish” clothes that I have to wear for the world. And I wear my Eveline tracksuit (six years later, I still have it, believe it or not). It has seen its days, the zippers no longer work and the right side is burnt just a little bit. After that I go to the bathroom and wash off the Vaseline I used in the morning. (You have to understand my friends and family read this blog, so I cannot lie and say that I remove all traces of make-up, because everyone knows that I don’t apply make-up”.
So back to my Vaseline, I remove that and go to the couch without shoes, beautiful clothes or make up. This is it, this is the feeling I have been waiting for, all day. The feeling of knowing am safe. Feeling at home, feeling at peace. This is it for me. You have to understand that my measure of success is having a peace of mind. So away from the world, in my torn tracksuit I know I am successful.
Point to this whole blog is that from the moment we wake up, everything we do is in preparation for a fight. We fight the germs in bathing and brushing our teeth. We fight skin diseases and skin cancer by oiling our skin. We fight conservatism and the dirty stares by wearing “decent” clothing. We fight by adding extra “approved” layers of skin with the make-up we use. The world is tough, it is for the fighters, and it is for the hunters it is for the hustlers out there. Just like Little Red riding hood we wear red coats to keep us safe from the weather and also more attractive to the wolf. When we live our little havens we call home, the battle begins. Survival of the fittest and all other clichés that describe the “big bad world”
So to all those that stare when I begin to take it off, listen to me. As the kombi draws nearer to home, I begin to take off my suit and armor, I begin to put down the weapons. I begin to take it off. I do not need it anymore. So do not look at me like I am crazy when I walk, that 300metres barefooted. I am going home.
Inspired by the Whatsapp message that read, “come over, you do not need to look pretty for us. It’s just us girls chilling”.
And that’s my Thabi Thabi perspective!!!!!!!!!