There was of course a lighter side to all this. I was in South Africa once and some white guy asked me if it was true that our then President enjoyed jumping from airplanes. I boastingly told him about how obsessed he was with quads, piloting aircraft and all and he found it cool. He imagined we were a very happy country. We had an unconventional president who loved fun. I didn’t tell him alcohol and entertainment events were strictly regulated.
It is the advent of Khawa that reminds me of that obsession. For a fact, I have never attended the event. I have always given it serious thought though. Truth be told, I have always lacked an excuse for a visa. I am told that you would be in breach of the event’s unwritten code if you took a spouse with you. I am told that the unwritten code allows only contraband and of course, plenty of beer. Thanks to Judge Moroka, contraband is not unlawful anymore and the predatory instincts of the hitherto supreme culprits; politicians, CBD folks and tenderpreneurs have been liberated. I imagine therefore, that this year’s event will be well attended and that on the days that follow it, our police stations will be inundated with cases of, missing persons and Threat-to-Kill.
