Somewhere out there, between Ocean Drive and the sea, is a little flat that would love to see my shadow on its wall. Hear my voice offering Earl Grey tea and salmon sarmies or daltjies and masala tea.
A perennial whiff of borrie in the small kitchen. A picture of Sade above the microwave. I will play Mannenberg on my guitar and write poetry in my room with a view of the dark Atlantic. My prayer at the first sighting of the dawn and when the evening shadows lengthen will be a simple “Oe, dankie Jesus”.
My three-bedroomed apartment: I will need a study to write in and do my Kalindi yoga. Dr Patrick Pillay will send the necessaries from Durban and for other important feast days such as the Year’s Mind of Miles Davis, Miriam Makeba, Nina Simone and George Michael.
You will hear me, off and on, whistling “This land in my land …” and occasionally singing out loud “There’ll be low-cost housing from the Promenade to the Grand Parade, and we’ll gooi parties at your abode on High Level Road”.
And because I am a comrade and a gentleman, I will doff my beret to the world at large and wherein I have my own Sea Point pozzie. — Reverend Michael Weeder, Dean of St George’s Cathedral, Cape Town