Had to collect tree seed on Sunday and joined the N14 from the Sterkfontein area heading towards the R24. Approaching the intersection some dope ran it in a Nissan Champ - loshande oor die stopstraat! The first thing I noticed when finally catching up with the vehicle was the toddlers in the back. Overtaking this model citizen I also saw that he was an honorary member of the Zulu Cricket Club, probably on his way to a gathering by a river somewhere in Magalies. You know the black-capped, white shoed and cream overalled ones I’m talking about. Do you think they’ve got confessional cubicles along the banks? Bless me Father because I failed to stop when needed … I ran late on my way to receiving your grace …
I got to the Spar safely. They open at 8 so I checked both my watch and cell phone. Two minutes to go. Good timing. I waited till two minutes past and entered only to be told to wait outside because they were still praying. I obliged. Started reminiscing about my beloved preacher that used to pray until you went weak at the knees. The 80’s warranted plenty of repentance. That reminds me, what man of the cloth preaches corrective rape?
Almost went as far as Northam for the Leadwood before heading back home via Rustenburg again. Having dirtied my hands collecting seed I pulled in at the garage … also known as a fueling station … to wash them. Got confronted by a revolving gate, one buck a long drop. The person before me inserted a coin. The gate did not budge. So I tried my lucky rand. I got in only to find both taps were busted. I told the cashier in the shop that this was unacceptable. “Thank God Juju is in town,” I said. “He’ll sort out this shit, waving his clenched fist like a magic wand.” Then the same cashier tried to screw me over with 20 cents. “Doesn’t one get your change in this place?” Guess what? I got blamed for talking too much. I tell you, only in the mine that never sleeps.
I arrived home just in time to watch our president on television. What a truly balanced interview. This man seems so likeable he could probably crash Facebook with the sheer volume of geeks and freaks viewing a single comment he makes. There was a brief overview of his way towards the highest office. Surely ANC Intelligence is a contradiction in terms … To quote the man on current affairs: “People don’t sacrifice their lives anymore, we solve problems.” This program was naturally followed up by a debate on the massacre at Marikana … Citizen number one, do daydream a while longer in the sun.
I suppose it’s time to take a hard look at myself as well. Therefore, the Boeremag must be the greatest insult to every Afrikaner past and present. I bet you this “army of Boers” can’t even rob a KFC of all their wishbones. And it seems one of my childhood hero’s assassins has also got one of those get-out-of-jail-free cards.
And to finish on a positive note - GO BIFF! Show these toss and tonkers how to play a proper game of cricket.
Adriaan
Kommentaar
Jy klink bietjie neerhalend met jou 'army of Boers'. 'n Handjievol boere, naamlik die Boere, het, kan jy maar sê, Britse imperialisme in sy spore gestuit. Ongelukkig wás hulle toe wel te min om die gespuis heeltemal te stuit, dié dat 'n ou mense vandag kry met Afrikaanse name en vanne wat Engels praat.