Hubby and I love comedy; we take every opportunity to watch
it. Since hubby decided that we were going to have date night last night, there
was nothing more fitting than going to see a comedy show. I scrolled through Computicket
in the middle of my day yesterday and struck it gold, to me at least.
We went to see Stuart Taylor’s show, Bespoke, at Monte
Casino. I literally laughed myself out of my seat a couple of times. He was
funny, of course and since I have watched his DVD before, I knew we would have
a good time. The reason he was so absolutely hilarious though was because he
spoke about a topic that we discuss in my home almost daily.
South Africans all know all too well about the color lines
that exist here. Apartheid was based on it and though a little more subtle
these days, the separation between our races is still very much alive.
Let me explain:
My Dad is a Cape Colored, Married to an Mpumalanga Colored
who lived in Johannesburg. My sister and I grew up in a colored township with
our parents… BUT…. We are classified as white coloreds….. yes…. WHITE COLOUREDS.
Neither I nor my sister are very light in complexion, but
because we went to private schools, and were taught by white teachers, we are
not classed as the same kind of coloreds that lived next door and went to the
local schools.
Then we have the Black coloreds, who have the boyfriend from
Soweto and can talk Zulu and Sotho fluently, but were raised, in Eldorado Park,
which happens to be situated right next to Soweto.
Finally, there are the colored coloreds. They have colored
parents and grew up in the colored township’s, Who, coincidentally are the ones
who made these rules because they are the Original, untainted breed of colored.
As if there is such a thing.
What is colored culture? Everything South Africa is made
of, beaten in a mixing bowl and
patented under the colored brand. It’s a phenomenal talent I tell you.
Us well spoken colored’s are however very harshly judged
because we say Lord instead of Jirrre and Daddy instead of Deddy, so we move
out of the townships in to the Suburbs to be around white and black people who wont
judge us. Instead, and this is a true story, it turns out that we have turned
the Burbs into the next colored township because there now far more colored
people living here than when we moved in two years ago.
At least there is a good thing that comes with being my kind
of colored, I can be scared half to death of someone but can frighten them into
submission with three simple words…
Ek sal jou M…….
Catch Bespoke by Stuart Taylor at Monte Casino until 1st of November.
Mwah

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