February 16, 2016 by petrujviljoen
There was a corner café on De Villiers and Banket. Mohammed often gave me credit. Rushed there one day to get soap for the washing. A man stood, hands folded together, watching me smiling. At first I wasn’t aware of him, intent on my soap. ”Can I have the Bingo on top of the Viva please?”
He shook with mirth. I had a dream that night. Two people in a field, indeterminate race or nation. In the sky this huge map, yellow ochre on black, with the no. 16 prominent. I’m sure it had to do with the goodwill exuding from him. Black people have a way with their spirit, or if not spirit a very special kind of energy. I like to make the distinction.
Spot the Taxi Competition.
I used to love drinkable yoghurt. Would buy it by the carton. Some taxis were sponsored by advertising yoghurt on…
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