The revolution is not being televised, to paraphrase Gill Scott-Heron. It is fomenting at Joseph Khafula’s corner, where he is selling amaloose and skopas.
His erudite and empty-nested customer, Mr Mfene, talks to him when he comes to buy vegetables.
“What are they saying, Kawza?” Mfene asks.
“Ah, Hlathikhulu! It’s this social distancing ka Ramaphosa,” Khafula says. His almost toothless mouth blowing whistles.
“Mothers are not working, children have no money, the skopas are not moving. How are things at the firms?”
“We don’t know, Kawza...”
“I hear the firms are just demolishing ... Ayadiliza strong,” Khafula interjects.
“He he! When you drive in town you see factories with big ‘To Let’ signs,” Mfene says.
“Ah! Mr Mfene, this country is finished,” Khafula says, as he waves his left hand…
