Buddy (Notevember 2020, #25)

“It’s not that difficult.”
“Ja, easy for you to say, bru. How am I going to remember all that?”
“You’re sharp enough, no worries, hey.”
“Even if I do remember – and that’s some if, bru – even if, how am I supposed to make the gestures?”
“What? Just copy the doorman.”
“Copy? You dof? I got no opposable thumbs, bru.”
“That’s not so important. It’s all in the movement.”
“I doubt that. Look, isn’t it a bit much to learn a shibboleth just to get a mouthful of whatever they got going on the fire?”
“A shibboleth WOULD be a mouthful. This is just a mime and a shake. Easy. Plus, where are you going to get something that lekker?”
“Really? It’s full braai season, bru. Go three steps, any direction.”
“Ja, and where else are they drunk enough to let in this inja and his katjie buddy, eh?”
“Maybe if the inja was a bit more ninja, he could sneak in and get some dinner.”
“Relax. So what if you fumble the hand signs. You’re cute, they’ll give you a little something.”
“A little something is not enough to share. And I’m not going into that tsotsi nest for just a little something. Hey, what if we just find some gang colors and blend in?”
“What do you think this is, Detroit? U.S. ghetto in Soweto? Aweh, I can smell that food already! Just go in. Kitten energy to the max, now.”
“Bru, stop. Keep it simple. I say we just do like in Joburg last spring, except with a bait and switch.”
“So you go in at full tilt, they chase you, I grab the meat, and out?”
“Ja, then split and rendezvous in the park.”
“And if I get shot? What then, ah?”
“Don’t get shot. Full puppy energy, bru. If it seems risky, just remember that when it comes to a braai it’s always good.”
“How so?”
“Could be better, could be wors! Hahaha.”
“You better start running, little katjie…”