thandisebe
- Apr 23, 2020
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Cape Town Stories 5

I’m parking the car in town, I get out the car, my afro jiggling and bouncing and all, the parking attendant says to me „yoh, white people have a lot of hair!“. I’m thoroughly confused, like „am I white?“. She’s like „Are you not white?“. I’m like, „uhm, no, I don’t think so. I’m black…?“ She’s like „You look white“ she takes another glance and reconsiders: „but your teeth look Zulu.“ Yoh, Mzansi, you confuse me on the daily!

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