The sad weekend adventure

by Nqobile Shabalala (South Africa)

I didn't expect to find South Africa

On a friday morning we left the City of Gold (aka Johannesburg) going on a 15hrs trip to Eastern Cape for a funeral of our late friend in Port Saint Johns. We had gather money for transport as we thought we were about to ride on a mini Taxi or Bus, but nay it was a mini Bakkie which equiped 12 passengers including the driver and a passanger. A trip filled with humbleness and humanity, we embarked. For I personally it was a tour, not have tralleved across through 4 Provinces before but this was my first time, how Great is my creator?. Along the road I realized the journey was filled with the amazing beauty of mother nature, trees (not that I didn't know trees, but that type was different of the city, couldn't be Palm trees). We travelled through the valleys of life, I saw mesas and buttes for the first time, I saw mountains that made me realize there isn't an easy way to make it to the TOP there were godges and sharp cliffs that could poke snakes, and the roads weren't smooth at all times, time and time has its own time, just like good times that fade through bad times and the hard time that came with the storm, it came a heavy rainfall along the way, it was fun at first when we started singing our praises but really sad when we realized the ceilling of the truck had leakages and we got all wet in tears just by the remembrance of the purpose of the trip. 360hours of fresh airs and different mindsets but the road we took had potholes so is life sometimes when we wonder, but still it was worth it, calm winds from the sea that bumbed on my skin the next day on a Saturday felt different but special. Oh snappit! we finally made it to our destination, I saw a lot of mountains connecting together and I wondered: Do our souls connect together when die?. A black spirit fell upon my face when I saw the casket going down, I experienced goosebumps as I took the show being the Man in Black on a Sunny acking morning like it was summer in the Equator, I couldn't bare the sense I was to bury my friend but there I was upright before the grave, SAD sAD saD sad. The pressure blew with the winds I heard the waves calling my name for the first time, hours later after noon the adventure had began, standing in front of the sea breezes, I ran away when the waves came rushing to shake my hands, I was scared. But nothing was to fear at all except for fear it self, as I turned to meet the salty waters of the ocean that washed whole the bad luck and black spirits from the inner soul of I. I wanted to drink gallons of the ocean waters there because I once heard the ocean has purest water but I could not when I remembered I was to leave to the City again. I was pure again for the first time I was born again. I made friends with sea species, I met star fish and mr. crab, I had my first kiss on the beach sadly I left again for the first time but I miss them, now no one has to die when go back to see them. Late hours of Saturday just right before Sunday we hopped on the truck going back to the city, the trip was over. I went on a Sad Adventure Trip it was exciting, it wasn't a trip I rose.