When I first heard the word makwerekwere, I thought I was mistaken for somebody whose name was Makwerekwere. I was having a breakfast on the sunny terrace of Time Square café, a microcosm of the Makwerekwereland that Yeoville, Berea and Hillbrow have become. A man sitting at the next table looked at me and said: ”Good morning Makwerekwere.” He was smiling broadly.