The Pothole That Got Filled

The little pothole that could 

It’s good news in Limpopo when a pothole gets filled. Not only does it helps avoid accidents, it makes us feel like someone cares and our tax money is being spent wisely. 
I am happy to report that I witnessed an actual pothole filling in our hood the other day.

I was sitting working on the porch, ducking the swooping swallows which nest in the eaves, when outside on the road up pulled a white bakkie from one direction and a yellow municipal maintenance truck from the other. I couldn’t see much from behind the May bush and the azaleas on my porch, but I heard a lot of talking and discussion, some laughter. Tea break and a bit of quiet, then some general commotion for about two hours, then quiet.

I went outside to see what happened, and there it was. The pothole that got filled. The little pothole that could. It may be the smallest pothole in Limpopo – I hadn’t actually noticed its previous existence – but it got filled. Er-mazing. Right here in our street, in our little village, Haenertsburg, where there are only 200 odd houses and our neighbour is a pig. I don’t mean Linda or Louis, I mean an actual pig.  

Our neighbour Mathilde is a pig