I went out to look for some cheap cat food this one time, and found this can of Top Cat. Time was of the essence because the retail shops were closed, and the corner shops in South Africa really own and live up to the standards of a convenient store.
Black businesses are closing down left & right and Drip is a good example of how well is the narrative is pushed. The news made it easy to believe that the company liquidated like the Spaza's we grew up seeing. To compare an entire company; to a dilapidated Supermarket in a village with sealed doors and window.
Every where in the country, there is a Pakistani or Somalian with a shop that's convenient and it is a normal thing. That they register companies under people's identities. Skip taxes, non compliant and can give a fuck about protocol.
The recent death of 6 kids in Naledi-Soweto, has the socials up in arms and I find myself with mixed feelings because the praxis is clear. The selling and distribution of dangerous products under the nose of officials, law enforcements and communities. Why do we fight-fighting this? Whatever that why is, won't be televised.
I now find ourselves seeking solace in the system again. I need to get back to Pick'n Pay or Spar cause after I got this can of cat food; even my cat excused itself. It has a habit of going into neighbours yards and eating their food so the motherfucker ate out last night, and this night I felt like a saint.
On this night I kind tried a few other shops on my home but living in a student popullated area, it is a long throw to find cat food no matter how convenient the shop is. I tried another Spaza, to find the usual suspects of hobos circling the shop. But I've lived in Soweto bafana'baam; I had exactly the cash for what I need.
I got to the hole in the door and stooped down to peak on which My Friend would be serving me. I never get chatty with the guys but last night I wanted to have some fun with everyone so I go;
"Can I have some Pussy Food"
He responds "Poosy Foots?!?" and turns to look at his shelves behind him. When heturns back again I repeat "Pussy Food"
Still confused, I repeated "Cat Food". He laughed out loud and in that moment, I knew I had a friend now. But don't get it twisted, I just wanna feed my puss, pass the bums outside and take care of business.
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