Cape Town has a wonderfully varied, and surprisingly, tolerant population. It's people come from many different backgrounds and some of its people have a sense of humour, as unique to them as the cockney's. Their wit and repartee are as sharp as any cockney wit. Unfortunately, those who are not familiar with the Afrikaans language will be unable to share in the humour, deliberate and accidental, of these colourful folk.
Picture the scene. A newspaper
vendor is standing in a busy intersection in the main street of Cape Town
selling the afternoon paper, The Cape Argus.
A 4x4 bakkie with a Free State registration pulls up at the robot . The burly, deeply tanned farmer leans out of the cab window and calls to the paper vendor, "Hey midnight, bring 'n koerant."
sidles over and they exchange money and newspaper. Then midnight
steps back, looks the driver straight in the eye and says, "Djy roep
"Haai, wat verkoop djy?" he asked.
"Stompneus," answered the vendor.
The response from upstairs was immediate and to the point, "djou moer!"
"Dja ounooi. Kyk net hoe still en netjies sit hulle in rytjies."
The fisherman looked at the fish, then stretched out his arm and held the harders a few inches from the driver's face, "Ek vra hulle fokkol. Wil djy hulle iets vra?