My dear friends
There were different positive reactions to my
"Sweet!" article but a family experience from a friend is too sweet to keep to
myself. I thought it will be a sweet addendum to my "Sweet!"
'Thankyou for your letter "Sweet"
- it reminds me of an incident with my late father. He was rather an eccentric old man and
used to wear stained, old blue overalls as a matter of course in his retirement years.
These were accompanied by sheepskin lined old slippers and a unironed shirt under the
overall. He was dressed like that when my brother-in-law was to take him from Springs to
Jo-burg in rush-hour traffic in the early morning, to fetch his brand new Porsche that he
had negotiated for telephonically for months prior to delivery date. (My dad loved
Porsches) So an appointment was made with the MD of the garage that he could collect it
that morning. To crown his attire, he had dropped some yoghurt that he was gulping down in
the car as they were running late (my dad's fault). My brother-in-law worked in Jo-burg
and hence was also running late for work.
When they got close by to the garage where
my dad had an appointment, my brother-in-law suggested to dad - "Why don't I drop you
here, and while I look for parking you can so long go to meet the MD" So it was done
so.
When my brother-in-law got to the garage he
was met by my dad running down the street being chased by the security guard of the
garage. My dad was shouting out, " I've come to see the MD, I've come to fetch my
Porsche." The security guard was chasing him brandishing a knobkierrie and shouting
"Hhayi, suka! You go out from here. Hhayi, suka! - Go!"
So after some explanation from my
brother-in-law the irate security guard let my stubble-chinned (to boot) dad in to see the
MD who was apologising profusely to his "eminent client!!!"
I laughed myself silly when I heard that
story as it was so typical of dad'
Yes, typical of my friend's dad but also typical of the
stereotype Zulu security guard.
Have a blessed week.
Pressing on!
In His love
Fano Sibisi
