Mr Kane is getting fresh. There is fever in his breath.
'Saturday night and I ain’t got ….a honey.'
He cruises in his dark windowed van down Adderley, up Long street, down Loop, squinting through the smoke from the cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth. Far from home and trying to get by with a little help of a friend…. A wet grin as he makes red-eye contact:
Ek het geen voue gevind in jou
net ou laventel
en 'n riet van staal
In die donker was die wange effe hoog
dun vingers te behendig
Ek kon geen voue vind in jou
net winderige braak-asem
krimp sakke sonder klok
In die donker was die vriendskap bondig
die kontak stondig
Soort van 'n ligte mistykkie. But his starts his evening with a roar of satisfaction. He must just change the flavour.
Otto is at lost for words. Not sure if he understands what his friend is telling him about the chicks of Cape Town.