You see pride is something I hold dear to my heart, that is why I'm now drinkin an a new bar since my last mishap. This one is more relaxed and most of the patrons are men who wear ties but at this time of the day ties are loose from their necks and shirt sleeves are rolled up. Where I'm from rolled up sleeves at the tavern means "Don't fcuk with me" but here it's different, people talk about their struggle credentials, BEE deals and politics. Eventhough conversations are a bit out of my league guys made me feel welcomed, and most of them drink whisky and smoke imported cigars which some are flavoured(no time for cheap beer here). This day the arguments was about our country's state of affairs regarding the new presidency. My learned new friends exchanged a few big words like impeach,foreign policy and the like whilst I listened attentively with my "whisky" in the hand. I was not commentin until they got to my level and talked about our president and his predecessor. There was also a lady sittin alone who was also listening lime me drinkin her coloured cocktail yu know those with a small umbrella and a half moon shaped piece of lemon... In the midst of my learned friends discussion about the president my new learned self said I should comment. I began by callin the president names and told my friends that he can't control his finances. I could see the dissapointement in my new friends eyes and the silence was deafening as all patrons were lookin at my embarrased self. I retrieved from my new friends to go sit next to the "cocktail" lady with my shattered ego. I asked what's here name and she said "I am Gugulethu" the president's daughter. How I wished I was a roach and AKA was nerby to come in handy with his Baygon. I did not get bleksemed though this time as the patrons here are "civilised" but I'm looking for a new drinking hole "again".
