Change of Address

My old firm now seemed to have an African address, I wondered how much of it was just a mess, Green Lane had become No. 1 Moffat Ave., Kwazulu, now I could hear the locals muttering: 'Oogu poogu poogu! ( you are a fool) I had visions of an asegai shuddering into the door, Rorke's Drift really happened in the time of the Boer; I used to draw charts, we had an African employee, I wondered why he couldn't do them instead of me. Because he wasn't good enough, muggins was in line, client's requirements - don't forget the rack for the wine; the symbols on the columns said: 'You must enjoy - whether you like it or not, please don't call me 'boy.' They buried Winnie, ironic name as she was a loser, after 'necklaces,' killing boys, we shouldn't excuse her.