Enough gloom and doom now. I sound like a wet blanket. Or do I? Not to the people who are living on less than $2 a day, I guess. But then they aren’t reading this anyway, chances are.
D day has arrived. People are waving flags and hooting, and playing vuvuzelas – a kind of horn made of plastic, which makes this lovely low-pitched wailing sound. The other day traffic came to a halt in the small village down the way.
In town people were said to be dancing in the streets, whooping it up.
South Africa seems to have done a good organizational job, and despite all the naysayers who predicted that stadia wouldn’t be finished on time etc, everything is up and running, and fever is at excitement pitch. It’s a huge thing for Africa, for South Africa.
I read something somebody said about putting personal gripes with political figures and FIFA aside for a month while our guests are here. I liked that. Treat them good, welcome them. Join in the fun!