may

is of course not the start of summer in Namibia (wrong hemisphere) neither is it then the season of mellow autumn. The weather here doesn't really do mellowness - it's a simple blowtorch climate 10 months of the year and 2 months freezing, with an abrupt transition in between.

No, it's the month of Public Holidays - four of them at last count. Cassinga day, May 4, commemorates the Fallujah style massacre of refugees by the South African air force in 1978, and must be kept.

May Day is another story. Year after year it's a non-event - this year I stayed alone in the house, never once venturing out, never seeing a soul - the universe might have come to an end, beyond my suburban horizon. But year after year, on the day after, politicians bemoan the pathetic attendance at the 'mass' rallies which were organised for the workers. Where were the workers? The politicians cannot understand it.

Let me attempt an answer. What does any genuine worker do on a holiday? That's right - he stays in bed. Should he rather get up, struggle out to some dusty stadium where some minor trade union official or some deputy minister will show up an hour late to deliver some rambling attack on imperialists and demon employers? I don't think so.

Anyway, this writing effort has exhausted me. Roll on the next holiday on Thurday (Ascension day), and then, to get over that, the week after, Africa day...?