Even more reason to enjoy our Two-for-One wine hour (by glass or bottle).
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Daily from 4:30pm to 5:30pm.
Tonight our kitchen closes at 8:30pm.
Thank you @dinersclubsa 👏👏👏👏👏
#afroboer#dinner#winehour
It’s a champagne and home-made toasted flatbread kind of day…
bubbles, smoked salmon trout, whipped cream cheese, capers, house-made white lemon-infused balsamic vinaigrette… celebrations are in order 🍾
#lookingbackatthisyear#celebratetoday#celebrateyou
South Africa is a country in enormous pain. Hard to explain to those abroad what this is all about. It doesn’t actually change anything fundamental but it gives people a sense that success is possible. It’s not just about rugby. Never is.
This photo is EVERYTHING!!!
Still can't get over the game last night.
We were at our local and the mood in the bar was properly sad for most of the match. I looked around and everyone looked so sad.
It's like we had all given up. We were watching this thing unfold. And we had lost hope.
I speak about this in my Keynotes but during “cofifi”, a group of clever psychologists coined a term that the world was collectively going through. It’s called “Anticipatory Grief” and the basic meaning of it is that we were all grieving something we hadn’t lost yet.
I kinda feel like South Africans are in a constant state of Anticipatory Grief. Even way before the pandemic.
We are all waiting for another corruption scandal. Waiting to hear about more money being looted by our Government officials - how’s that couch, Mr President? Waiting to hear about another horrible crime committed against someone we know. Or maybe even to us. Waiting to hear about another sad story of a family who can’t eat tonight. More loadshedding. More potholes. More inflation. The list feels almost endless.
It can feel like we’re constantly losing.
Last night, we were all on tenterhooks. For almost 90% of that game, we were all on edge. Most of us had given up. Be honest here, we thought we had lost.
And then something magical happened. In those last 10 minutes, the Bokke somehow did it. They turned it all around.
WE WON!!!!
And all of a sudden, the bar erupted. Everyone jumped to their feet. People were screaming. Crying. And hugging each other. Strangers were all celebrating South Africa.
I think that’s a beautiful analogy to what we face as a country.
It can sometimes feel like we’re in a constant losing battle, but it takes 10 minutes to change everything.
Yes, in times of tragedy (and really hectic rugby), look for the helpers and the heroes… cause they will always be there.
I said it yesterday but our team don’t just play rugby. They play with everything they have. They play for every single South African. They play to remind us who we are. And they play to show us who we can be.
And those last 10 minutes showed us exactly who we can be.
Stronger Together!
Proudly South African... and PROUD of South Africa.
Okay. Love you. Bye.
If that game and finish isn’t a metaphor for South Africa as a nation then I don’t know what is. How many times has this country been written off? How many times does a hero (or 23) step up and save us? I keep telling people, our future hasn’t been decided yet 🇿🇦❤️