Reunion


When we arrive at the airport, will you be waiting for us dressed in the colours of the union and waving flags purchased in London town. You know the ones you trophied during the good old days before they were sullied. We will emerge wrapped in sunglasses – not quite Police ones – wide-eyed at any rate in the African sun – ready with our talking irons and the mother of all catch ups sizzling on the charcoals. We can get worked up into a lather about White House nationalists and blond blusterers, knowing we will change nothing. We will feel a whole lot better though, putting the world to rights over a very cold glass of Backsberg chenin blanc – although I think you prefer a good red – and rump steaks on the braai. We can sit and idle away the time, re-living childhoods that only we remember. No matter what, we will head for Hoekwil and over a Victoria sponge (go big or we go home) and Cakey will be satisfied.

© Rick Frame


2 thoughts on “Reunion

  1. I promise to still wear the Union jack Alice band and my “I love London” Tshirt because I’m crazy that way. I will look through the mirage of hateful things and only see the true light of humanity, you know the beautiful people!
    I’ll be bespectacled in Police glasses with non-reflective pink lenses, the kind that blocks out all the crap and only sees the good in the world. We can hang out at Honeysuckle garden where we are permitted to keep our heads in the sand, thanks to Volstruis rules!…
    and we can dine on espatadas into the night…I’ve even acquired a taste for chardonnay…
    P.S. Don’t arrive until the ban is lifted. LOL

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