Rift Valley Reflections: 2020

Wednesday 15 January 2020

DON'T KILL THE WEEDS - EAT THEM!

My friend Tony Lopes, about whom I wrote a blog about as far back as 2012 said it's time for me to educate myself about nutritious weeds.
So I now have Purslane( iGwanisha) growing prolifically in a pot on my patio.

Apparently the leaves have more omega-3 fatty acids than any other leafy green plant and are also loaded with vitamins A, C, E and Coenzyme Q10.

This afternoon when I took my dogs for a walk I met a woman pulling out black jacks on the pavement. I told her the leaves are full of beta-carotene and vitamin E. She gave me a bag full to take home.Now I have to cook them!

Sunday 12 January 2020

HEARTBREAK

I put out an alert on 'bush telegraph'.

A travel-weary mechanic just back from Zimbabwe arrived within hours. His name is Big Boy.

I drove him around the block to show him how the car farts and splutters.

He asked me to stop at the first tree so he could urinate. "It's burning," he explained.

As we proceeded down the oak-lined road, he pronounced forcefully: "Heart is breaking!"

I slammed on the breaks.

"I beg your pardon," I said, instinctively placing a protective hand over my achy-breaky heart.

"Cambelt! Cambelt!" he exploded, saliva spraying in all directions.

When I got home I had to lie down. I think I have post-traumatic stress.

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History of Bezuidenhout Valley and surrounding inner city suburbs of Joburg

The first owner of the farm, known as 'Doornfontein' is said to have been a Voortrekker named Barend Christiaan Viljoen. He apparently named the farm 'Doornfontein' because of the thorn trees (doringbome) and springs (fonteine) on the land.

Records indicate that the farm was transferred to Frederick Bezuidenhout on the same day that it was registered in the name of Viljoen by Mrs. Viljoen, who ceded the farm to the Bezuidenhout family.

Bezuidenhout was a young trekboer who came up from the Cape in 1848 and helped the Viljoen family with the farm. He eventually married the Viljoen's daughter, Judith, after whom the suburb of Judith's Paarl was named.

Frederick is believed to have built the homestead that can be seen today.

The farm consisted of approximately 4,000 hectares of ‘bleak, exposed and sparsely vegetated…’ land, extending from what is now End Street in the west to Bedfordview in the east and from Louis Botha in the north to beyond the Natal Spruit in the south. The Bezuidenhout's farm contributed to Jo'burg's transformation into the City of Gold.

The Main Reef Leader running across the south of the farm was proclaimed a public digging; there was an abundant water supply on the farm; and the requirement for land close to the growing town were critical factors in the evolution of Johannesburg.

Over time sections of the farm were auctioned off and the suburbs of Doornfontein, Jeppestown, Belgravia, Troyeville, Fairview, Bertrams, Lorentzville, Judith's Paarl, Bezuidenhout Valley, Observatory, Kensington, Cyrildene, Dewetshof, Bruma and Morninghill were founded.

Why this blog?

I was born in Johannesburg and have lived here most of my life. For 15 years I lived in the inner city suburb of Bez Valley, where I often felt like one of the characters in 'Road', a play by Jim Cartwright, who said, "It's so hard..."

My thespian nephew played the role of Scullery in the play, the narrator who "meanders aimlessly down his road pointing out features of the grim landscape and setting the scene for the glimpses we see of the inhabitants lives..."

But Cartwright does find hope in the lives of his characters and as Gilbert Keith Chesterton points out, "One sees great things from the valley and only small things from the peak."

I recently moved from Bez Valley to another liminal space on the Louis Botha Avenue side of Orchards, around the corner from Satyagraha House and across the road from the Torah Academy. This is an historically very rich part of Johannesburg and I am already planning a few blog posts.

So this blog will continue to explore the changing face of Jo'burg, moving slightly further afield than Bez Valley and the suburbs that immediately surround it, but not abandoning my starting point by any means. There is still so much to say.