When I see people like Mr Kool, I begin to realise more and more that this bachelorhood affair is serious business, Jack. In fact with all due apologies to the whole generality of local bachelors, I shouldn't even be labelling it an 'affair'.Bachelorhood is a full time occupation that engages one (excuse the pun) 24 hours a day when one sleeps, works, plays or eats, especially during the latter activity which invariably takes one from home when everyone else is eating at home.How many times have you seen these species of the male persuasion having to have their meals in ruffled newspapers under a tree, or on the steps in any part of the mall?
It's not that they don't have a dining table at home mind you, it's rather that the art of dining is a social activity.We all know that ka Setswana go ja o le osi ke bogodu. So what are these poor fellows to do, but eat in these public places in the company of boxes, papers, each other and the occasional fly that eavesdrops on all such less gourmet occasions.Despite this minor inconvenience which lasts only one hour out of the 24, Mr Kool assures me that bachelorhood is not a bad profession.This is the only thing that Nikita and our impeccably attired and coiffured friend agree on. They both assure me that like all careers it is demanding and requires dedication and patience. By this we mean you can't just wake up one day and say, "ahh, I'm an eligible bachelor." According to Nikita it comes with time, practice and hard work...and he adds: "Just like you can't sleep all your life and one day hope to be honoured with a degree o bo o re hee banna, ke ngaka!"
