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Sheep in the big city: Chapter One (continued)

Arrival update:

-Joburg CBD, where do I even start...The last time I've ever seen such an influx of black was when there were murmurs of "free the armpit" that one time.

- Don't get me wrong, I love my black people but yo...There's druggie black, hobbo black, camo head to toe black, there's "hold your bag tight and roll up your car window" black. Angry black. Complacent black. So. Much. Black.

-Dude at the taxi rank made a comment about my V jay-jay as I hurried past. I felt so dirty afterwards I couldn't run to the shower fast enough. It's mad real out here, people don't leave their houses after 7pm yo.

-Cousin and I had to go to Boxer cos it was the nearest supermarket to the rank. I kid you not, the fruit there was not only on the shelf and rotting but I could just feel the listeriosis starring back at me.
It's a jungle out here.


Arrival update:


My first time taking a taxi in Joburg (CBD, we drove past this homeless dude who got hit by a car,I'll admit, the scene didn't provoke any kind of empathy or outrage at that very moment. What with having to take in the possibility of being sexually assaulted or possibly robbed at gun point.
Fast forward to yesterday where I got to my street and there were cop cars everywhere. Got back to the flat and asked if anyone had seen the commotion. One of my rommates replies, "yeah man, somebody got shot"...without missing a beat he continued..."how was your day though, what you been up to?". The nonchalant response was hilarious. It's like,"someone might be dead or dying but ,moving swiftly along, how was your day though?"
I guess I should have been flattered that the dude cared enough to find out if I had had a productive day, you know, minus the murder scene outside our building.

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