MOGALE TAVERN: PAP AND VLEIS AND SHUT THE FUCK UP

“Those white fucking Afrikaners,” said the black man angrily, looking straight at me. “No offence.” “None taken,” say I, a white fucking Afrikaner. We cheers merrily, with a crisp, icy cider. I can assure you that the statement was given and received with sincerity and openness. Compassion, even. More than that – relief. A reprieve…

THE FAN (A dance with the orient)

  What do gumboot dancing, a Chinaman and ‘Langarm Sokkie Treffers’ have in common? I taught the first to the second to the beat of the third. It was part of an impromptu cultural exchange program I invented in a Germiston pub – made possible by Overmeer. I vaguely recalled the Chinese man being game…