We love to road trip.  Especially when we can load the bakkie, and take all the roads less travels on.  This weekend, we did just that.  We made our way up to Thaba Nchu  –  for a 80th Birthday celebration  –  stopping along the way for photos, rock monitors and coffee.  All 4 of us had a craving for milktart….. stopped at every town and sadly, no one baked for us that day.  But seeing our beautiful country, makes us happy.  And this road trip was special to us, cause we revisited towns we stayed in when the kids were born or very young.  We are now talking about 15 years ago.  We still stop at picnic spots along the way, having road side breakfast and lunches.  But still we keep an eye out for anyone of anything suspicious.  Unfortunately, this is now what road trips have become.

It was on our way back home, when we truly blessed.  Wanting to get home the quicker way, we opted to take the gravel road between Thaba Nchu and Dewetsdorp.  And missed the turn off……

After a few kilometers, we enters the very small settlement called Kommissiedrif..  Small and rural cannot describe this little place, where the yards and so neat and tidy, and the smiles on the people’s faces and so wide and very toothless…  Of course we stood out like a cat in water, but everyone waved friendly.  Realizing the gravel road had now turned into a little 2 lane track, we stopped to ask for directions.  Now this is where I really missed my GPS  –  no cell phone reception in these small spots.  The beautifully dressed lady pointed  saying: “Sien daai boom” (pointing to a cluster of trees probably 10 km away) “Jy gat daar by hom so draai” (showing right with her hand) “and dan gat jy net straight.  Die pad hy gat vir jou mooi vat.”  I still am not sure in which direction she was aiming….  And that’s when we got stuck in the mud.  Badly.  The lots of rain, mixed with cattle tracking through the mud, made a lovely soft mixture that was a huge match for our 2×4.  Anrie and I opted to stay in side the bakkie, and Andre and Eduard was quickly covered in mud.  This is where live changed for us.

We expected to do this on our own, struggling to get out.  Out of the blue and old man  –  I guessed him to be in his late 70’s, early 80’s, rocked up with a shovel and a little 5 year old girl.  Eduard quickly started talking and playing with the little one, catching tadpoles on the mud puddles and making clay figures.  They  couldn’t understand each other, but laughed so much and smiled the whole time.  Then this old man started digging, chatting to us and an instant respect was formed.  Over the two hours we were stuck there, many villagers arrived, helping.  Joking with us, all getting very muddy.  Helping hands eagerly trying to get us out.  I sat watching these men interacting.  Here you have a 50 year old white man, an 80 year old and a bunch of men in their 30’s.  And no one was seeing color.  No one was looking down on the other.  Only helping and laughing and joking that we will be sleeping their with them that night.

And I saw life through their eyes.  They were happy.  They were content.  Life didn’t rush passed them.  No deadlines, no stress.  Just contentment.  And love for one another.  They didn’t care that we were white.  They saw a family in need.  and they helped.

If only we can all see life through their eyes.  Iife will take care of itself tomorrow.  Today is all that counts.  Today we must do all that we can to help each other.  In a jiffy, we will be gone, but the legacy we must leave, must be one of love, of care.

We will probably never see the people of Kommissiedrif again, but their legacy to us, will remain in our hearts, leaving us the example to love, to care, no matter who you are or how you look.