I haven’t written anything on here in a few months and it has everything to do with my new job. My new job isn’t the kind of job that affords one the time or “space” to scribble one’s considered views on current affairs or even personal affairs.
I get to work with moving pictures which, I grew to love in 2015, and I suppose you could say I still get to write via scripts. However, it’s not quite the same.
I miss writing so so much. I miss being in the field everyday doing something different and speaking to different people, getting to see the “real” South Africa unfold before me. I miss talking to my people, talking about my people, talking through my people.
Don’t get me wrong, I still do the news but it’s slightly different when you do the news for an international audience and for pure profit. The space I was speaking about shrinks or maybe widens, depending on who you are and why you came into journalism.
It’s like watching things around you happen in slow motion, you are there but at a distance. Stuck in a fixed point unable to move close, probe deeper, ask more – just standing there with the best telephoto lens on the market – but far, very far from the centre of the riot.
It’s a good job, the opportunities that come with it are positively amazing, I’m getting invaluable experience, imali is good and and and – but we miss what we miss. I’ll be gone til November 😦
Write. Snap. Click. 