The Flying Dutchman

…you may know the legend of the Flying Dutchman: doomed to sail the seas forever … unable to land anywhere … (he shot an albatross or something, so probably deserves his plight)
I still grapple (not so hard these days, I admit) with thoughts about who I am and 
where do I belong. I have been a citizen of 5 countries. The country where I was born, the country of my citizenship at birth and the country where at least 7 generations  of my direct ancestors, (including my parents) were born, ALL refused to give me citizenship!  I have never shot an albatross, am not insane (noticeably) nor have I criminal convictions or ever been insolvent. I have a university degree, my own house & only 1 family.
There are floods of refugees from the north into South Africa and from there to other countries in & out of Africa. There are also floods of people to other countries, like North Africans to France, Turks to Germany, Indians & Chinese to anywhere. (This is beginning to take a race tinged rant – it was not meant to be! )

What my point is:  politics define & label citizenship, the heart defines belonging – I guess I belong to the world ….. or the world belongs to me!  (Certainly the Springboks don’t stir me much anymore ..nor do the All Blacks or the Irish).
My planned visit to my birth country should shake up some thoughts… do I have to belong?
I am distressed at the horrors that have been perpertrated in the name of Patriotism & God
I  think politicians need to be saints & matyrs to avoid Hell! If not they should be sent to join the Flying Dutchman!

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Author: manqindi

Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent. Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, stepgrandfather, author

3 thoughts on “The Flying Dutchman”

  1. It’s not about citizenships, Micky, it’s about finding your place under the sun, a place where you belong. Like you, I was born in one country, lived in another, then in yet another one, then another one and now I returned to the country where I am neither citizen nor do I aspire to be one, but I feel at home. Maybe, I am a throwback to that English legionnaire, several generations back in time, who came to Poland to serve a foreign king for money, and built a home there. It doesn’t matter. All I learned is that you can’t escape anything or find anything by moving countries. It’s all inside you.

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  2. Hey Abe
    You make me feel good, knowing you are there & your comments are the same as when I last whinged about my lack of tether!
    Yess! It is all inside me…

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