Eeeh so like howzit peops, miss me last week ☺ yup proper laziness set in mixed with a lack of fresh stories to write about man. Had the same problem this week, but I think I am cured, well I hope yeah…but we’ll get to that in a little while.

Greetings from a very gloomy looking cape town, looks like the miserable rain is upon us, yip maybe time to head back up north ;) Bitter morning Joburg chills warm days, yummm ☺

Its been such a positive yet testing last 8 months. On the work front I haven’t been doing absolutely nothing even though it feels like it because we not getting paid just yet but Inshallah it will come so not really too phased about that with friends like you looking after for my well being how could I be phased ;)

The last 2 weeks have been most exciting I have had in a while though ☺☺☺ met a lovely lass who has kept me a helluva excited..but hold it, hold it hold it…. no romance there though, you know how I roll ;) but its been an absolute ripper!

So onto this weeks email so as I said in my opening email, I was struggling to find this weeks topic and then a few minutes ago on my way home I saw this elderly beggar on the side of the road. Man looked like he was auditioning for a place in the remake of Bruce Lee’s drunken master, he was HAMMERED!! Anyway so he approaches me and speaks to me in a language that resembled English with a tinge of Afrikaans and a whooole lot of druken slur. I made out that he wanted some money etc. my answer to him was if I give you money you will just buy booze and that’s not right man!!!

Anyway on my way home I thought about it? Now who the heeeeel do I think I am telling this bra that drinking isn’t right for him? Have I ever walked a centimeter in his shoes? Err no. so let me step back and think and once again its me being a know it all and thinking I know what his life is like but endulge me for a while if you can.

The man wakes up in a shelter, under some bridge, in a doorway or in a makeshift shelter made of cardboard boxes and a few old tattered blankets. He forages through peoples garbage to try find something to alleviate this burning hunger inside his stomach. His days are spent aimlessly walking or sitting around I guess waiting for death to come and take him from this life. People look at him like he is worthless, probably he feels worthless. His only way to survive is possibly begging and living off the generosity of others

Then along comes this bra (me) cruising by smiling from ear to ear, cos you know that’s what I do, so I clearly look friendly (he woulda spoken to me anyway ☺) man steps to me, I turn down Old Louis for a moment and I have a conversation with this bra whilst patiently waiting for those lights that run my traffic life to turn green, so I can proceed. So we converse, he’s like bra gooi me some bucks so I can get me something. I’m like, nah man bra, I’d much rather give you food than buy you booze. My thinking is thinking is bra booze will kill you, his thinking yeah man now you are on my page!! Nah man. People have you ever been pissed before? Sad as it is true it’s a magnificently happy place! The world is in your mind, you are who or where you want to be, sometimes you even forget where you are. You get to escape. You could be sleeping in a gutter but in your situation it would most probably feel like a penthouse suite at that Burj Al Arab. Food, huh what’s that, I’m hammered, rain, mmm feels like someone stroking my face…leftovers from the garbage can…yummy sushi from the Salushi….so they say ;) oh my papsak wine…Just one sip of you, and the the worlds alright with me…

I can’t actually do it, buying booze for the less fortunate(not that I am so well off, but I have been blessed) cos in my mind, sitting in my ivory tower, believing I know it all, it feels like the wrong thing to do as it doesn’t help their situation at all and it also adds to some of the social ills BUUUUT peoples let me be honest man, if I was in a presumably helpless situation, bra, keep ur bread boss, keep your milk and your wise words like you know me man (MCIMN)…Just bring on the Whiskey, you know I’m not picky I’ll be as chuffed as that Dewey commentator from the IPL with a bottle of crackling or Old Brown Sherry…just take me away from this reality man, cos life suuuucks!!!

Anyway just a thought that crossed my mind a little while earlier. Thasts me for another week, hope all is well with you all would love to hear from you.

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Birthdays
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16th Zaheer
21st Mike Corss
23rd Funmi, Tim
26th Louise
27th Feds

Im outta here good people wish you a superb day and blessed weekend.

Smile for me, cos it aint so bad man.

Big love

Yaw