So, Trevor is off to South Africa tonight. Well, if Air Zimbabwe don’t do their thing. Yes, that delay and cancel thing that they do so well so often. I digress. There goes another Zimbabwean, off to the Big Bad Diaspora In Search of the Almighty…uhm…Rand.
Tell you what, at the rate peeps have been sodding off to the Great Out There, the temptation to join this migratory pattern has been mounting. How close am I to packing it in? Let’s just say I’m waiting for the year to end, and if shit continues on this downward spiral, I might be found packing my suitcase (well, tote bag) and fucking off out of it, too.
I digress again. Not about me. Trevor, wish you the best mate, and we all know you’re just going Egoli just to watch regular live rugby.