I want to go home!
I was minding my own business at work when I suddenly heard a familiar greeting: “Unjani?” Looking back I expected to meet the typical wekumusha or at least someone of colour. Nope, some white dude. If I had been in the UK, or the US for that matter, I wouldn’t have been startled.
But in Norway of all places at an oil refinery in the furthest part of the country. I managed to quickly get myself together again, and asked if he was South African and had assumed I was probably from there being the only person of colour in our company. Once again nope. I come from Redcliff, went to Thornhill High School, he goes on. Read more

