Yellow is not a colour in my wardrobe, and as South Africa falls into a Fifa swoon I do my best to pretend that none of this is happening, that I am not really here. If I am forced to admit that I am, then I am indifferent and untouched.
This is not true. I am uneasy, angry and fearful. No resistance has been mounted to colonisation by FIFA, who appear to control our banks, our television sets and our minds. I am convinced that we are being hypnotised by the television. I go out onto the street and I see yellow M’s swimming through the irises of the game sated.
Marketing gurus and tax consultants are applying rational statistical analysis to measure irrational concepts like national unity and optimism. They say that 30 days of national euphoria can change a country forever. They speak about rebranding the country as a spinoff – in the absence of any tangible benefits.
I know that anything is possible, if enough people believe it, but I refuse to wallow in the national love puddle. I am keeping a wary eye on reports of long planned racist conspiracies and fat arms caches, all part of a right wing plot to disrupt the games and any notion that Africa can host events of this scale.
At least in Woodstock, the inner-city mixed-up zone I call home, the flags being flown (we have no cars to adorn with our nationality) on houses, children and chests, are a curious mix of detachment and love of the game. A retired 27-gang general supports the French (for their style) and members of the JFK ( Junky Funky Kids) sportingly love Portugal, America and England.
Somehow the Woodstock underworld, maybe because they’re chemically wired to be immune to brainwash, remain as ever, fractured and present. Even they are taken by the idea that this is “a once in a lifetime experience” that we can use to affect some kind of fundamental change in our national psyche. After this, Captain says, there won’t be race, you won’t be seen as white anymore. I remain cynical: I’ll still be a moegoe, I say, and every time you take a crap, it’s a once in a lifetime experience.