Cape Town Stories 12

I’m standing in the queue at Checkers.  Behind me two policemen in uniform. One of them looks longingly at the isles of sweets strategically placed to tempt you while you wait in line. The other looks at him and loudly exclaims: „Why you looking for things now, inside the whole time I asked you what do you want. It’s Christmas, I can spoil you today!“. I smile at this romantic gesture. The other policeman notices my amusement and says: „He is lying, he is only saying that to you impress you, inside I said to him I want something and he said he only has a twenty Rand“. Lol. I’m so impressed.

Joburg Stories

Two beautiful women followed by two (bleh) men exit a large Jozi shopping centre. They have clearly just come from the salon; parading their weaves while their boyfriends tag behind and take photos of the women flicking their newly attached Brazilian hair this way and that way. So much joy on all four faces as the women strut their stuff up and down the parking lot, admiring the length and fall of their hair and overall transformation: „So nice, now we can know which direction the wind is blowing!“ Who knew that weaves are not only beautiful but equally useful!