It’s another regular afternoon as Chocobo goes to check up if Woobie is up yet, it is after all 16:00 on a sunny Tuesday noon, many students finishing up class at this time. Woobie probably hasn’t woken up yet, to be fair, he did go to bed at 07:00 this morning buzzing from concerta or possibly smoked himself into a coma. Probably both.
‘Knock, knock, knock’ comes Chocobo’s deep voice. No answer. Chocobo picks Woobie’s lock with his metal comb to find Woobie crawled up in his bed sporting the tiniest, brightest of jocks and half scratching his beard. Loafie, Woobie’s bong, packed on his side-table and clearly the first thing he’ll do once capable of crawling out his bed. Which can be quite strenuous work for Woobie.
Woobie’s room which has absolute no light coming in and a stench that’ll have a sewerage rat running out in panic, has Chocobo stuggling to find the light switch.
After switching on the lights, Chocobo takes one look at the situation of the room, ‘You want a gwaai’, he eventually asks.
Hangul, the half blind Asian, is in his room rolling.
He gets a call from Baxter to come join him in the containers. Hangul finishes up rolling and lights one up for his 70m journey to Baxter’s container.
Red-faced and out of breath, Hangul is greeted by a delighted Baxter. ‘Cuzzie!’ Baxter says with a grin ‘Awee!’ Hangul replies as he resumes his rolling on Baxter’s desk.
Baxter babbles on about what a perfect gentleman he is and how all the girls just adore him. ‘I have a girl friend and am loyal’, he concludes and also almost a form of reminder to himself at the end. Hangul, without taking his eyes of his rolling, nods his head and asks for more tobacco.
I’m back to join the rest of the world. I hope you all watched the financial speech today, no surprises please when you realize your favourite beer has gone up in price.
South Africa shouldn’t have bottled up its emotions. Look what is happening now. No point in marrying someone you don’t love so you can go on honeymoon. Honeymoon doesn’t last forever.
Her little fool
They laughed all day
Both were happy.
His little tool
They picked up leaves through out autumn May
Both were happy.
Their love had sheltered them from the world.
I hoped the same for the world as I watched the couple skip away.
Don’t be a poes, be lekker.
Goodnight you good people.
ShabzSL 