I arrive in Johannesburg late in the afternoon -- a full nine years since my last visit to this land of rolling hills, scenic countrysides, and breathtaking beauty. Quite quickly, though, I notice some major changes, starting with the airport. After a massive make-over, it now can compete with any international airport in the world. From the shiny floors to the heaven-high ceilings, the place is decorated with the vibrant colors of the national flag. And there are huge banners everywhere, evidence that the country is preparing to host the 2010 World Cup.

Giant black and white soccer balls dot the highway at random intervals, creating an atmosphere of fun and anticipation. Just seeing the balls makes me smile.

My driver is as chatty as me. He says back in 2000 it would have been possible for him to work for a shuttle service, but most likely he would not have been working for a black business owner, especially not one who was barely 30 years old. Back then, only six years after the historic 1994 elections that catapulted Nelson Mandela to the presidency, blacks could only catch glimpses of the changes they had fought so furiously to realize.

As we drive through the city, I see that it is alive -- pulsating with people -- all outside enjoying a sunny winter afternoon. (Only a Michigander could mistakenly schedule a much-anticipated return visit to South Africa in the winter instead of any milder season!)