Here I am again, and happy May Day.Although my web host has gone off the radar (the one who provides easier pointers to these blogs) my pages have mysteriously reappeared, so here goes.
It's a public holiday in Namibia, Workers' Day, and a quiet autumn day, balmy sunlight and a clear duck-egg blue sky. The Namibian construction industry seems the only one in the world, apart from corporate liquidators and doomsday financial journos, to be enjoying a huge boom. Cranes are everywhere, and the latest would-be proud house owner is jackhammering away at the opposite hillside to create his new mansion. Apart from that, all is still. There will probably be a workers' rally at the official stadium, later in the day, addressed by a deputy Minister, and attended by 8 people. Don't expect any protest marches or smashed McDonald's windows. (We don't have McDonald's anyway).
A comforting and reassuring feature about life here, to some, is that everything stays the same. May brings a spate of public holidays, so that, every year, the editor of the local English newspaper writes the same article about how these work-free days cut dreadfully into national productivity. (The newspapers
themselves do not publish on a holiday, of course). Every year, some official spokesman will decry the deplorable attendance at the official rallies laid on the mark the day. (The reason is simple - if you are a REAL worker, when a public holiday comes along - what do you do? That's right, you STAY IN BED. Why show up at a dusty dilapidated stadium to hear a
politician who turns up 2 hours late and can barely read his speech anyway?
The next exciting occasion will be the election, later in the year, which will be a precise re-run of all the others, including the evaporation of the currently fashionable opposition party, as in South Africa.
Meanwhile, happy May Day. It's a long weekend of course - next Monday is also a holiday...