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Sunday, 11 May 2014


A couple of weeks ago I contrived to crash my mountain bike in the main street of Kloof, the village where I live.  Had there been dust after the crash, it might have been better all round as sand would have presented a softer landing, but instead I crashed down on an unforgiving dust-free tarmac.  I shan't dwell on how exactly I managed to do that, or the mild embarrassment of stopping Saturday morning traffic whilst I dusted myself off and dragged my sorry self and bicycle into the central reservation flower bed for a closer physical inspection.

The latter entailed checking firstly for broken collar- and other bones, of which there appeared to be none, and then inspecting contusions and wounds to determine the rate and extent of blood flow.  A cursory bike damage inspection is also necessary after these incidents.  When all seemed relatively intact and under control, I re-mounted and made my way home, feeling shaken, relieved to be able to keep on riding, thinking all was relatively well but unsure about how I would feel the next morning.

As it happened, when I got out of bed the next day I couldn't walk to the front door by dint of a previously unseen injury which had manifested itself internally, what had originally looked like some manageable road rash had turned into an enormous balloon on my hip and other spare parts like elbow and hand were significantly worse for wear.  Since the crash I have had to reduce my activities significantly and be very thoughtful about what I can do physically, but all the time having in mind a return to fitness.

The point of this whole story is that it is only once the dust settles after a big event (or crash) in our lives that we can truly make an assessment of what might be possible.  Whether we are licking the wounds of a divorce, loss of a job or death of a relative, it is simply not possible to make an immediate assessment and then act on it.  Any actions will be taken in a reactive rather than a reflective space and may lead to regret.

In the #SAElections2014 which have just gone by, the #DA party had their most successful campaign in 20 years, but nonetheless fell short of some of their predictions and expectations and remain an opposition party rather than a governing party in all but one Province.  They immediately started bravely talking up their prospects in the Municipal elections in two years time.  However, the day the results were officially announced, their charismatic and super-competent Parliamentary Leader, #LindiweMazibuko, resigned from the Party leadership, ostensibly to study at Harvard, but methinks there are other forces at play.  The dust hadn't settled on the election, the DA thought they were in great shape, but they missed an injury.  Their planning will now have to change significantly.  

However, the beauty is that life does carry on after a crash, but the crash requires us to explore a whole new set of possibilities within a new context.

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