Mkhuze Peach needs a Balaclava

On the way to Mkhuze we stopped in at the Hluhluwe Spar to buy provisions.
Busy, crowded, more basic than our city Spars, we gather our stuff and pay at the till.

As we cross the road to the bakkie, Tom looks up at me, lugging his Spar plastic bags:
“You realise you were the only peach in there, Dad?” he asks. “People were thinking ‘What’s that umLungu doing in here” he says.

Actually, I think they were wondering why that umLungu takes so much cheek from that umfaan.

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Later we go on a night game drive. The three of us and a family of four from Durban. I realise that of the eight people on the vehicle I am the only one reflecting an excessive amount of moonlight from my ‘peachy’ face. Probably scaring the animals.

I’ll have to get a black balaclava.

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