I have found my Tickey

by Johann Wentzel

I have found my Tickey. Rejoice with me, I have found my tickey. Plus two brothers and a sister a son and two daughters more than one wife... Actually, my tickey has always been together on the long road, with the inquisitive discovery of all ten secret openings, the 'naked hikers', with the birth of my children, the death of my parents, my brother, my son my own journey back, always back... I am a child of Namibia. Lariza van What a pleasure it is to go on a reminiscence journey with Johann Wentzel in "I have found my Tickey"! This journey stretches from his barefoot childhood days in South-West Africa and South Africa to Northern Ireland, from curry-tripe In Okahandja to curry-chips in Letterkenny. With the author, we have the honour of a near royal reception at a wedding in Taung, to be intrigued by the medicine man's fresh goat-skin apron and eventually to find true happiness in Waringstown. The narratives are presented in a casual style and that captivates the reader and lets the reader join the visit.

214 pages, Kindle Edition

First published June 10, 2011

About the author

I think it may just be natural to have a first ‘book’ that one must put to paper just to clear your mind and allow you to move forward: that first book that will make you cringe in years to come. That is why I had to get “Are they the same size” out of the way before I could proceed.

English is not my first language. I grew up in Namibia and only started speaking English once I started work in South Africa in the early nineteen seventies.
I translated my first Afrikaans book “Waar is my Tiekie” into English and must admit, translating it was harder that writing it!
How can one possibly relay a teenage boy’s hormone induced godsend opening of ‘blaas’ (bladder) to the lowest doubts of a possible opportunity missed once the real meaning becomes painfully aware that the verb ‘blow’ was intended?

I have found my Tickey.
What more can I say? Not everybody is so lucky.

tickey ['tiki]
n
(Historical Terms) a South African threepenny piece, which was replaced by the five-cent coin in 1961
[of uncertain origin]
Collins English Dictionary - Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

Johann Wentzel was born in South Africa on the 24th of August 1952 but grew up in South-West Africa now called Namibia. He is the eldest of four children and himself the father of three, a son and two daughters. He is a computer programmer, married to Linda and has been living in Co. Armagh, Northern Ireland since July 2006.

Isn't it strange that I had to get to the end of the road to be able to see the start? A road that never ends and where a stop is only made when it is too late and I travel sick, have already thrown up. A road shared with many.

I had to turn fifty four before I could read the road ahead. The road up to fifty four was interesting. The road after fifty four an experience. Both roads were and are gravel roads; I am pleased. Ex-South-Westerners are familiar with driving on gravel roads. Not all the people who travelled with me up to fifty four could always keep up. Not everybody travels the same road; there are turn-offs and stalls. Also, one cannot always stop for every donkey, but one realises that only later on. Some people never appreciate that. There is, at the end of the day (or should it be at the end of the road?), more to live than only houses and money. Somewhere along the road, one stops for oneself. Somewhere along the road, one picks up oneself. It does not matter how many times one stops, or how many turn-offs one follows, all the little side roads eventually lead back to the main road. All the little roads bring you back to yourself. Somewhere along the road, one stops for oneself...

I landed at Dublin airport early on Wednesday, the 26th of July 2006. I turned 54 that August, August 2006.

Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why I came to Ireland less than a month before my 54th birthday.
The answer may just depend on what the weather was doing at the time of asking, or what I was eating, or how much sleep I had the night before or how the Irish or Ulster Rugby team was playing.
What I might have thought (that I know), was that I may just get on the plane and go back to South Africa whenever I felt like it, but not today. Not even today nearly five years on.
I will be 60 this August, August 2012.

I had a job offer in July 2005 at roughly half of what I was then earning back in Sunny South Africa.
I started working in Londonderry / Derry / The Walled City, Northern Ireland on Monday the 31st of July 2006.
I did not know then that Londonderry / Derry / The Walled City is the same place.
I also did not know that all the jokes about potatoes are true.
There are still many things, about this most beautiful country in the world, that I don't know.

I do however know that I am here to stay.
I knew that from that moment when I declined the offer to go back to South Africa.
That was about six weeks after first setting foot in Ireland.