A South African woman came by my brother- and sister-in-law’s bakery in Billeberga, Sweden the other day and mentioned that she’d heard of another South African (me) who was flitting about town.
And as the story goes with most South African expats – she proceeded to make a case for why her and her husband had left their disastrous, God-forsaken country and immigrated to 1,100-strong Billeberga, where it’s safe and clean and where life couldn’t be more perfect. A place where people live equally, work hard and leave their front doors open at night.
“We love Africa but it hurts,” she said
The final straw — she told my brother-in-law — came when their young family fell victim to crime – for a second time.
Ja, ja, it’s the same spiel we hear from South African expats the world over but heck! I don’t want to judge her when…
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