A Life In Full Color

20 Aug

I recently attended a wedding and was blown away by the guests. Blown away is a bit far out, it was more like intrigued, bewildered and definitely taken aback for this day and age or for my little world.

The weather was wonderful for a Joburg winter’s day, seemingly warm but windy. As any bride would be on her special day, she was beautiful and breath-taking to say the least and the groom was clearly smitten. The ceremony was intimate and short-lived. The guests mingled and had drinks while the wedding party took gorgeous photos. The reception was filled with tearful speeches, shared words of love, a moment of silence for family members who had passed and dancing to celebrate the new union.

Sounds like a perfect wedding right? It does if someone had just read this to me but being there as the ONLY couple of colour was somewhat surprisingly stifling to be honest. Let me explain. I grew up as a coloured child that attended a “white” primary school and participated in extra-murals like music and dancing with fellow classmates, none of which were my coloured friends  were involved in. My parents tell me that as a young child, I would make friends with anyone who wanted to play with me regardless of race. So understand that being the only person of colour in an only “white” setting was not new to me but what I did find odd was that if my husband was not there to officiate the ceremony, we wouldn’t have been there. It got me wondering, if in all the wedded couple’s interactions in their daily lives, did they not have any people of colour (other than us) to share in their celebration? Not a colleague? Or perhaps a varsity friend? Or did none of the guests have cross-cultural relationships?

Am I being judgemental? I don’t know but I’m not going to assume off the bat that any of the people who attended are racist in any way. They seemed like genuinely warm and friendly people and who they choose to have at their wedding is entirely their discretion.  There were no weird vibes towards us but having a mixture of races and cultures in my little world just mad me assume that it was like that everywhere else.

The rich tapestry that is our rainbow nation for me is a beautiful thing to behold and I hope that as fellow South Africans we treasure that and never lose sight of how wonderful we all are together. It just made me realise that our indigenous blend of cultures, races, nations and languages makes us is precious…. no offense but that’s just my thoughts on an observation I made.

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