We’re hosting a young man from Pretoria Boys High in the 2015 rugby season. One of the u/14 rugby squad on tour to KZN to get their asses whipped by Westville Boys High.
I feed them steaks (they ‘have to eat steak Dad, they’re rugby players’) and send them to bed early – the game is usually early when you’re in the D team.
Tom sidles over to me:
Dad, thank goodness he’s asleep, he talks non-stop, and HIS ACCENT! Hmm mmm!
This about his guest Owethu from behind the boerewors curtain, who told me earlier in a quiet chat when Tom and his local mate Jose were in the cottage, that he only speaks English. He understands Ndebele when his parents speak it, but he doesn’t speak it himself.
My son the snob.
Maybe what happened was Owethu interrupted him.