Nestled in what seems like the seemingly sleepy, residential
neighborhood of Newton Park is an eclectic enclave that comes alive every
Tuesday evening. The Music Kitchen, a
bar/restaurant/small concert venue, hosts a weekly Trivia Night regularly
attended by a core group of raucous gray or balding men who seem to know all
the answers. The rest of the crowd is by
far the most diverse I’ve seen in the city, and South Africa’s nickname of the
Rainbow Nation seems to ring true as it looks like there are people of all
races sitting together in the outdoor picnic bench booths. Off to the side, one team can be found,
looking slightly out of place, and that’s where we fall in: The Ex-Pat
Hooligans.

As it turns out, I know nothing about current events and politics. I perhaps should have stuck with journalism a
little longer. I do, however, have a decent
knowledge of geography thanks to my awkward obsession with maps and a lot of
free time on Sporcle, so that’s where my strengths lie. There are often questions about classical
music that make me regret not getting more into music history back when I
called myself an “opera singer.” One
day, though, they’re gonna ask about Indian folk dances or West African
membranophones, and I will go absolutely insane. Name the drums in a doundoun set? Doundounba, sangban, and kenkeni. Duh.
It makes me nervous every time the scruffy MC Brendan asks a
question that, as an American, you’re expected to know. “What does NASCAR stand for?,” for
instance. Suddenly, everyone looks at
you. “That’s not my part of America,
guys,” as I shrug off the question thinking that none of the old South African
men could possibly get it right. Of
course they do.
It stands for the National Association for Stock Car Auto
Racing, by the way.
There are also things very relevant to South Africans of
which I have absolutely no interest or knowledge. I knew that Oscar Pistorius was on trial, but
I had zero idea why. People gasped when
I asked. “He shot his freakin’
girlfriend on Valentine’s Day!,” Kelly yelled.
Shit. That’s serious.

There are also going to be things that seem so obvious to
everybody… except for me.
“Who did Bafana Bafana play in last week’s game?”
“I have zero clue what Bafana Bafana is,” I admitted, taking a sip of my Savanna Dry. South African Kyle gives me an alarmed look and says, “It’s South Africa’s football team. Never ask that ever again, or you’ll get killed.”
Lesson learned.
“I have zero clue what Bafana Bafana is,” I admitted, taking a sip of my Savanna Dry. South African Kyle gives me an alarmed look and says, “It’s South Africa’s football team. Never ask that ever again, or you’ll get killed.”
Lesson learned.
Really, the motto of this year is going to be balance. You have to be able to acknowledge your
strengths and use those to the fullest while also being able to secede and humbly
ask for help when you have no idea what’s happening. Hopefully, you won’t look too dumb. Or get killed after asking what the national
soccer team is called.