Family reunions are an adventure I have missed out on for too long.
I've only ever met long-lost or distant relatives at funerals and weddings. The two most stressful Family Reunion days. However, this past weekend, I met the rest of my family from my dad's side. I come from a dysfunctional but well-oiled family engine. Yes, engine. The complexity of the mechanisms that make it function cannot equate to a tree.
Somewhere along the line, a White man was involved who fornicated with a Tswana woman and they had a host of Coloured babies. Or maybe it was a White woman who fell for a hot Tswana man. Anyway, those Coloured babies went on procreate a lot more babies with Indian, Caucasian, Tswana and Coloured folk. And from all that, came my grandmother who had seven kids, the first being my dad.
Through observation that was largely brought on by shock, I learned that if you pour salt in your alcoholic beverage of choice (which looked to popularly be Savanna), you won't get a hangover, or get drunk. I'm not so sure about the hangover but I do know that the not-getting-drunk bit is an absolute lie. They got drunk. And rowdy. And probably used all the salt in the house because there was little salt in the meat we devoured at 12am.
I don't remember most of the people I met. But by the looks of things, there will be more babies at the next reunion.
