I love my extended family
I have always wondered how people that have nucleus family set-ups survive without the thrills and awe provided by distant relatives. Seriously, what fun is there in driving home after work to a gated community where your dog is not even allowed to bark
I mean, in a rich couple's home, a husband comes home, grabs the newspaper and digs his head into it. The wife, on the other hand is glued to her favourite DSTV Channel – something to do with 'How not to die a pauper' or 'How to get rich in seven days'.
Their seven year old son is in his room tapping his fingers away at the controls of a play station, while the teenage daughter chats on her iPhone and, tweets on her blackberry and Facebook on the Apple Laptop.
Eish, I wonder what has happened to good old fairy tales at night with granny and the whole family? I bet the average modern father does not know a single fairy tale to save his skin.
Trust me; we all need a little drama in the form of an extended family set-up.
Ok, let's face it; all that those aunts and uncles from the village do when they visit town from their villagers is finish your monthly groceries in record time and complain about everything at home from the way you raise your children to your manner of walking!
But truth be told; the drama that always manifests itself when Aunt Ripuree and Uncle Japie visit is totally out of this world.
The other day Uncle Japie arrived out of nowhere with Aunt Ripuree. They just turned up and demanded that the kids show them where they will be sleeping. When my wife and I got home, Aunt Rips, as we know her, was busy cooking up a storm!
My wife did not take kindly to that; I mean, it's her house and she ought to decide when the family eats chicken and when do we have to do with 'Kainjas' – a delicacy this side of the great divide! Thanks to Aunt Rips antics, I had to endure another night of 'I have a headache, honey'.
My good Uncle on the other side thought my children were too weak and overfed.
“These kids will never be able to chase lambs into the kraal. Can they even ride a horse? I bet they can't. Just look at them,” he complained.
“But Uncle Japie, they were raised in town – hence their apparent inability to ride a horse, which, if you ask me, should not be a death sentence,” I interjected.
“Just listen to this one. So you think it is proper for your kids to be the laughing stock of the entire village due to their physical weakness?”
“No, not at all. On the contrary, shouldn't intellectual strength – like the ability to show humility, leadership and prudent decision making skills – count more than brute strength?
Those were the last words exchanged between myself and my uncle for the night. He went over to the kids room and exchanged his 'when I was young' tales in which he is always the hero.
I am told Uncle Japi never lifted a rifle in his life and that he once fled into the house and hid behind Aunt Rips when he mistook a neighbour's dog for a lion! Yet, he is always the hero in his own tales.
But you gotta give it to the old chap – I have never seen Aunt Rips crying. She say she'd rather have 'Bang Jan' (coward man) than 'Dooie Jan' (dead man). Well, I don't know about that – my wife would never have a 'bang Jan' at all!
See, at times my wife would call me in a middle of an argument she is having with some muscular male dude and say 'Honey, he just shoved me in the chest'.
Being the smart boy my mom raised, I would always say 'Ok, I hear that darling. But what did you say to him before he shoved you?'
Trust me dear friends, a woman will get you beaten up for the slightest reason – always ask and make your judgement based on that.
Until then…
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I mean, in a rich couple's home, a husband comes home, grabs the newspaper and digs his head into it. The wife, on the other hand is glued to her favourite DSTV Channel – something to do with 'How not to die a pauper' or 'How to get rich in seven days'.
Their seven year old son is in his room tapping his fingers away at the controls of a play station, while the teenage daughter chats on her iPhone and, tweets on her blackberry and Facebook on the Apple Laptop.
Eish, I wonder what has happened to good old fairy tales at night with granny and the whole family? I bet the average modern father does not know a single fairy tale to save his skin.
Trust me; we all need a little drama in the form of an extended family set-up.
Ok, let's face it; all that those aunts and uncles from the village do when they visit town from their villagers is finish your monthly groceries in record time and complain about everything at home from the way you raise your children to your manner of walking!
But truth be told; the drama that always manifests itself when Aunt Ripuree and Uncle Japie visit is totally out of this world.
The other day Uncle Japie arrived out of nowhere with Aunt Ripuree. They just turned up and demanded that the kids show them where they will be sleeping. When my wife and I got home, Aunt Rips, as we know her, was busy cooking up a storm!
My wife did not take kindly to that; I mean, it's her house and she ought to decide when the family eats chicken and when do we have to do with 'Kainjas' – a delicacy this side of the great divide! Thanks to Aunt Rips antics, I had to endure another night of 'I have a headache, honey'.
My good Uncle on the other side thought my children were too weak and overfed.
“These kids will never be able to chase lambs into the kraal. Can they even ride a horse? I bet they can't. Just look at them,” he complained.
“But Uncle Japie, they were raised in town – hence their apparent inability to ride a horse, which, if you ask me, should not be a death sentence,” I interjected.
“Just listen to this one. So you think it is proper for your kids to be the laughing stock of the entire village due to their physical weakness?”
“No, not at all. On the contrary, shouldn't intellectual strength – like the ability to show humility, leadership and prudent decision making skills – count more than brute strength?
Those were the last words exchanged between myself and my uncle for the night. He went over to the kids room and exchanged his 'when I was young' tales in which he is always the hero.
I am told Uncle Japi never lifted a rifle in his life and that he once fled into the house and hid behind Aunt Rips when he mistook a neighbour's dog for a lion! Yet, he is always the hero in his own tales.
But you gotta give it to the old chap – I have never seen Aunt Rips crying. She say she'd rather have 'Bang Jan' (coward man) than 'Dooie Jan' (dead man). Well, I don't know about that – my wife would never have a 'bang Jan' at all!
See, at times my wife would call me in a middle of an argument she is having with some muscular male dude and say 'Honey, he just shoved me in the chest'.
Being the smart boy my mom raised, I would always say 'Ok, I hear that darling. But what did you say to him before he shoved you?'
Trust me dear friends, a woman will get you beaten up for the slightest reason – always ask and make your judgement based on that.
Until then…
[email protected]
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