freckles_and_doubt | the dark continent

I seem to be back in Cape Town. On Friday morning the nice cleaning lady came dashing into my study, a bit wild-eyed. She was gazing out the window while ironing, to see a car pull up in the road outside; two guys got out, smashed the back window of the neighbour's Conquest, nicked something from the back seat, leaped back into their car and drove away, all while she was putting down the iron and drawing breath to shout. Current thievery clearly tends to the high-speed.

While on the subject of postcolonial despair, during the UK trip we had tea with my aunt, who's doing the classic Zimbabwean thing of working in the UK for six months of the year looking after the elderly, in order to finance the other six months in Zim. She bought 17 of the following for a US dollar.