Let’s pop the boot

No matter what anyone can choon, you got to love the charou. He has made his place in society.I mean we have become so popular even the wet ou’s try to talk like us. Why is that we are so lovable? It is a simple answer, we love to socialise with the bottle. Although you might not understand what we are saying under the affluence of incohol, still we love to choon.

When we vye to a wedding jol and you meet a couple of maams, at first these couzies are so quiet and reserved. We start chooning about our likes; the charous best like is fishing, fishing for shad. Because the interest is there the topic is then moved to the car boot and we pull out a bottle (no matter what dop it is) it is always referred to as a bottle. After the first sip we try and find out how we related. Soon we are on to the 2nd, 3rd shot and then we start hearing the chalisa’s, you would never say that this is the same maam you met 30 minutes ago.

The first story starts as how he over did it at the last function. And the usual complains will follow. How his vrou (dragon) reacted to the whole thing but he also concludes by saying that he does not drink as much as he used to. You know what I am talking about? Those days stories…

Anyways I think we charous take out the best in ourselves when we have one two shots, those shots that you pour half glass vodka a.k.a whites and you use water to tint it. When last have we experienced a lukker wedding jol (ou’s from Durbs excluded) including the dholl in the polystyrene cup and then later singing the traditional Indian song ‘Yeh Dhosthi?’

Do you remember, for those fortunate ones when your father used to stop over at a hotel for a shot? And your mother will be sitting in the front seat fuming, using all the words available in the charous dictionary (goolam chod, maadhar, dhogloo, bhosraa). After half an hour, your father will send 3 boiled eggs to the car with some salt. I always like to ask, did your mother eat the egg? You know nice to ask.

So for those that have moved up to Jo'burg and changed like you cross bred between Cape Coloured and a Vallie, Do not forget your roots. If you eating beans curry on a Tuesday and feasting with Gori & beans on a Saturday and buying your masala and brooms in Bangladesh market then I am sure you qualified to pop the boot.

Make it happen…….Pop the boot, I will fetch the polystyrene cups and dholl to line the stomach.