Meester Doctor

We joined, and actually go, to Virgin Active. In the gym and on the streets we notice affirmative action works – both ways. The gym is getting mixed, and it feels good that this isn’t an all kaaskop-happening anymore. On the streets you’ll find more and more white beggars. Strikingly, the street-whities mostly are just begging, while the street-Africans are selling newspapers, washing car-windows etcetera.
It’s wonderful to be back home again. Nothing can replace the air, sun, fruit, starry nights and countless other things of Africa. Today we had a very un-African sharpsharp appointment: Louis told us 20:00 on the dot Haddad & Gerhard would come over for a Big Announcement. Maud of course almost died of curiosity, having to wait for hours for the BA. Louis did his best, sneaking out to the nursery with her, while his phone kept ringing - nothing like the marvellous African vegetation to take your mind of things. Finally prof. dr. Gerhard was allowed to come out with the real champagne and make his Heildronk to … Doctor Kotze (dr. written in blood, sweat and tears). (Click on comment to send Louis your congratulations.)