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Pie Time

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Pie Time. I love pie time. I love pies. We don't have pies back home,
well, we have pies, but they're desert pies, apple, pumpkin, cherry,
blueberry, that sort of thing. Not the kinds of pies I'm talking
about. Here the pies are more like Cornish pastries (which are
fantastic) but filled with all sorts of meats, cheeses and curries.
Tasty.

Well it was pie time and I'd walked down to the beach front with my
coke and pie to watch the few surfers attempt to ride the slop which
has been Durban surf for the last four days.

Now, I've been living here for a few months so I've seen the various
street performers along the esplanade, the children in white paint
miming with buzz whistles made from plastic straws, the sand castles -
elaborate and detailed, the tribal dance troupes (which make some of
the white beach goers visibly uncomfortable at the raw sexuality and
toplessness of these young Zulu girls).

But I hadn't seen this guy before. He was a street contortionist, if I
had to give him a title, and his two children - a boy and girl - were
part of the act.

"I love God who gives me this ability," he calls out above the crowd,
the boy standing atop his head, looking almost bored, as if just
milling on a street corner, and the girl is wrapped around his torso,
her eyes on the ice cream waiting for her by their shoes.

"God is my provida," he shouts, palms up, arms outstretched, "God is
The Provida!"

(edit: I found this in my gmail outbox from months ago, not sure why I
didn't send it then)
23rd Nov 2008, 21:20  

pie time is a beautiful time!

23rd Nov 2008, 21:33

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