Sakkie Sakkie Music Heard in Westville?

I can’t believe it! What’s that noise? In My Own House!

On our sea cruise to Mocambique a song was played over and over ad infinitum. It got people crowding the dance floor and forming swaying lines of bodies on the boat and on the beach. It was Hamba Nawe and Jess loved it.

But now Jess had found an Afrikaans version, and our house was sounding like a Steve Hofmeyr shrine. I was aghast. I thought “This Cannot Be!” I’m going to . . .

BUT: I remembered what dear old Mom Mary had done and said when I played Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love full tilt in her house in the Free State back in the seventies: Nothing.

So I was a diplomat. A long-suffering diplomat. I mean, if my Mom could listen to a shrill I’m Gonna Give You Every Inch Of My Love! in the Vrystaat in the seventies, I could chill in Westville, KZN in the next century, surely? Dads will just have to try n be as brave as Moms.

~o0o~