Durban, South Africa
Allow me to give you a little flavour of South Africa. Mangoes are sweet. So are bananas. Papayas, too. It all depends on the season.
The people are sweet too. However, there are some issues.
Phodiso is a twenty-seven year old fellow from the Pretoria area. We had him cast as Krishna in our drama. He has the persona down and the build with a warm face. Masculine, but moves with grace. Phodiso received a call today and was told to get back home right away. His cousin was murdered, stabbed to death. Our crew felt for him. It was sad to see him go. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwQXcT6F4s5/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=bhe1zncq2clu
This is a feature of South Africa—crime and violence coincide with the good of the place.
Suraj showed up from Johannesburg. He was dying to be in our play.
“Fine," I said, "I know you from ten years ago. You can dance."
Suraj explained to me that he needed the break; that recently eight men broke into his home, tied him up and held four guns readied for shooting him. They cleaned out all his possessions—his car, his jewelry, cash, credit card, and anything of value. Fortunately, he came out alive and reached a status closer to being a monk.
I know why I stay on the grounds while here in Durban. It is a potential danger zone. When I walk to do my japa I go round and round the temple moat, barefoot. I get my peace of mind, and I feel lucky to be alive, and happy to be with some sweet nectarean people.
May the Source be with you!