Ten Years And Counting…

Ten years ago, right about now, I was probably thinking about going to bed. A little tame perhaps for an unmarried man in his early thirties but otherwise nothing very unusual. A normal bed in a normal house with (fairly) normal people.

The only thing that marked it out as a bit odd was the fact that it was a few miles away from what I called home. About eight and a half thousand give or take.

October 3rd 2006 marked the start of a new chapter in my life. A big adventure. Moving to a new continent. The theory was simple. T and I were planning on getting married and we realised that logistically and financially it made a lot more sense to do it in South Africa. We figured we’d spend a bit of time, see how we got on and on some level I think we assumed we’d head back to the UK soon after.

Things started to go wrong very quickly. I made the foolish mistake of applying for a job and a very nice chap called Mark Neethling decided he’d like to employ me. I’m not sure if it was based on my skill set or the fact that anyone who could spell the words Business Objects was being snapped up immediately. Still, there was no need to panic – Home Affairs still needed to rubber stamp my visa so there was no danger of roots being put down.

Home Affairs, bless their collective little cotton socks, did everything within their power to ensure the job offer fell through. Each week I checked in with my prospective employer to relate a new tale of woe about how my application had gone nowhere. This was usually in the form of an email via a dial-up connection about as fast as a stoned slug running the egg and spoon race. Every time I was greeted with the same response – don’t worry, we’ll make a plan once it gets sorted out.

What the hell was wrong with this country? If this had been the UK my job application would have been null and void within 48 hours. Surely it was just a matter of waiting it out…?

November came and went and then Christmas arrived early with the news that Home Affairs had lost my entire application. That should seal the deal in terms of the job.


By early 2007 I realised that no matter how hard I tried I was going to have to give this whole job thing a go later rather than sooner. We toured the country to take our minds off it and I played a lot of golf to console myself. And somewhere in the time that passed until I finally started work on April 1st (oh, the irony) South Africa seeped into my bones.

Six months later we were married and living in a house directly across the road from where T grew up. Friends and family looked at me like I was crazy when I suggested this might only be a temporary stay. I assumed they were being polite or suffering from sunstroke.

When I was nine we had the most amazing family holiday in America. We stayed with my Uncle John who had left for the US as a young man and fallen in love with the place. He even had his own swimming pool which to a nine year old was like meeting Willy Wonka.

A quarter of a century later on a different continent I fulfilled a silly childhood dream and had my own swimming pool. I even helped dig it and cart away the rubble. My back’s never been the same come to think of it.

Life was a lot of fun. We were young (well T was), we were good looking (well T was) and we still had some UK currency in the bank. Plenty of funds to plot our escape once the adventure wore off.

There were tough times in amongst it all. We lost a baby in the early stages of pregnancy and then thought the same thing was happening all over again. Turns out our little boy maybe didn’t feel like sharing space with a prospective twin and wanted the limelight all for himself. He remains unfailingly stubborn.

Once Rhys arrived things went South fast. All the way to Cape Town within six months of him being born to be precise. There were more moving trucks, another temporary home and then a permanent one. There’s a girl to go with the boy, there are two cats and a dog to fill the space that our first cat Polly left behind. I still work for the same company. I have traded in my soul. OK technically I’ve only given up my UK driving license in exchange for a South African one but it amounts to the same thing. I have an ID book. I have permanent residency. I am not allowed to vote which is of great relief to the ANC given that I could just be the swing…

Life is pretty amazing despite the well documented challenges that South Africa has. People greet each other all the time. The sun shines a lot. From my house I can run to a forest, to the coast or up a mountain. Sometimes I do them all at the same time. Our kids have an outdoor life. They grow up surrounded by different cultures and different languages. In international monetary terms we are poor. In international living terms we are blessed with riches. I have met some wonderful people and have seen some amazing things. I’ve learned to make beer, biltong, bacon and probably other things beginning with b. I’ve even started writing…

I will always be Welsh and I will always miss the country of my birth. I miss people all the time. Being unable to travel back to say goodbye to some dear people who have passed away while I’ve been away has been tough. Missing my parents, my sister (technically I should add an in-law to the sister part but screw technicalities – she’s our sister) and my brother is the toughest challenge of all.

Jislaaik…Africa is definitely not for sissies but it is my home.

19 thoughts on “Ten Years And Counting…

  1. That’s an awesome review of the past decade! I can understand the missing home. After about four months in the US, I miss Australia a lot; especially being able to quickly be close to the people in your family in the event that something happens or even just for their company. Still, it’s also really beautiful to hear of the way in which South Africa has become your home and seriously: life sounds amazing there. 🙂

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    • Thanks Ana! I’m glad some of what I had to say resonated with you – it’s not easy leaving for new lands but as long as you retain your sense of adventure the good can always outweigh the bad. Looking forward to hearing about how your big adventure plays out 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting – great to hear from you

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    • Thanks Diane – one of the real joys about moving to another continent has been meeting (albeit virtually) some wonderful people like yourself from the continent I used to inhabit through a shared love of writing 🙂 Thank you for your constant support and encouragement – it means a lot 🙂


  2. Hi Nik, this was an interesting insight into your life and your internal struggle of settling. I have stayed in many places in the world and there had always been that same feeling of looking back and wondering if I’ve chosen correctly. I think you have and trust your following decades will just be as adventurous.
    Best of luck

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    • Thanks James. I think I reached a point where I had to stop questioning the decisions and agonising over whether it was the right one and just get busy living. I’ve often remarked that my first year of living in London was awful because I spent all my time seeing it for what it wasn’t – once I saw it for what it was I had an amazing additional 8 years! Thanks for the kind words and for your regular support – always appreciated


  3. Hi Nik, very personal and insightful. I guess there will always be some compromises in life, but sounds as if things are pretty good for you all things considered and you are happy with where you are. I’m sure the next ten years will be exciting in a different way as the kids enter their teens! Do you ever get to vote?

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    • Thanks Becky – yes it’s all about balance and compromise and choices isn’t it? Life is, on the whole, full of much more joy than misery. I’m convinced my kids are already mastering the sulky teenage traits!!

      I have to have citizenship in order to vote – they keep changing the rules but it seems to require me giving up my UK passport…which is never going to happen!!

      Thanks for reading – great to hear from you always 🙂

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  4. Lovely post, Nik. 🙂 What was it about South Africa specifically that called to you and T? Making a big move like that must have taken guts – I admire your adventurous spirit! Do you think you’ll stay in South Africa the rest of your lives, or do you have dreams of making yet another big move in the future?

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    • T was born in Johannesburg so the initial push was to move home so she could be close to her parents when we got married. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of another big move – we’ve spoken about maybe somewhere in France one day but I think it’s a long way off. The kids have a great life here and I don’t want to cause upheaval for them unless we believe it’s the best thing for them long term 🙂

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    • Will raise one in return to you and yours Mel. Glad you enjoyed reading this one – I’m looking forward to swapping plenty of comments with you over the next decade 🙂 Thanks as always for your kind words and support – means a lot.

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