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Cape T-own






They say Cape Town was founded by the Dutch.
The Dutch, on their way to the East Indies to shop for spices, needed a refreshment station.
On the most southern coasts of Africa, the Dutch saw a gorgeous mountain shaped like a table. The Dutch decided to take a seat at the mountain. I mean at the table.
Take a sip.

Thus was born the colony of the Cape of Good Hope.
A shore splashed by transoceanic influences.
A place that soon gained fame from its scents, flavors, fabrics and spirits.
The click of the tongue, the smoke of the dagga. The Khoikhoi. The San.
The fold of the batik, the dome of the kramat. The Malay. The Indonesian.
The Indian spice. Have some soup.
The French wine. Take a sip.
The Dutch boat. The Dutch gun.
Tie this diverse bundle with rope.
Tie it up like the slave that you grope.
Thus was built the colony of the Cape of Good Hope.

A lesser-known slave society that undoubtedly paved the way for apartheid South Africa.
Cheers. Cheers to what? Well I'm not sure, cuz South Africans say "cheers" as in "goodbye".
So cheers. Goodbye slavery. Goodbye apartheid.
Hello democracy. Welcome one of our world's most segregated city. Equal rights, different roofs.

But let's not talk about inequalities and divisive topics. Cape Town doesn't need bad publicity.
Cape Town needs visitor's money, Cape Town is the heart of the party.

Take a sip.
And another sip.
Aaand anooootheeer siiiiiiip.
Like I did.
Eish my bru. If you only knew how drunk Cape Town got me.
Alcohol is no divisive shit. It unites people.
And quart after quart, shot after shot, glass after glass, I think I got to seize the importance liquor has.
Every community you may find around town prides itself for having the best, not to say heaviest, drinkers.
Their party know-how is tested at every occasion.
A braai that often involves very little meat.
An after-church family gathering.
A Tuesday in. A Friday out.
Payday. Yes, payday…

But not only did I get drunk on alcohol -cuz now you're probably thinking Capetonians are crazy alcoholics and this is bad publicity too- but I also got drunk on all that the city has to offer. You can't be moderate in Cape Town.
Got drunk on that wind that could rip your scalp off.
Got drunk on that ocean that reminds you Antarctica is far but not too far.
Got drunk on that traffic that makes you curse the taxi you're not in for doing its job.
Got drunk on that traffic that makes you bless the taxi you're in for doing its job.
Got drunk on the nice views.
Got drunk on the good and bad news.
Got drunk on the people who are too warm to be called cold.
And truth be told, props to them all, the young, the drunk, the old, Cape T-own is just bold.

Take a sip.
Cheers to that.






















Yes, Cape Town is bold.












Bold like boulders.












Bold like the mountains you cannot not see.












Even from afar, far at sea.













Even at KFC.













The lion











The table












The devil










Oh the nature in Cape Town is mind-blowing, eye-defying.
The mountains, the flowers, the beaches.
I mean it’s Africa.
Wild wide wildlife.

I caught some rare species:












 a jellyfish,












a rabbit,













an elf,




















a bird,













three birds,













strange birds.












And to protect yourself from these wild animals, it is customary to build forts,











to put up layers and layers of fences,

















to throw yourself in simple, double,  thousand-layered cages.

Who’s the animal now ?




























But don’t worry about crime. Really.
As long as “you’re aware of your surrondings”, you’ll be fine.
Fine like Cape Town.
Beautiful Cape Town.

Oh I’ve seen beautiful things in Cape Town.
Mother nature’s elements in their most outstanding shape.



























Earth



















Wind















Fire















Water













And light













So much light













A photographer’s dream














From the haze




















To the daze




















Street light












Tunnel vision













Poolside













Kids illusion












Sunlight












Moonlight













The last light.















And. And.
And I’ve seen colours in Cape Town.
So many colours
Such a colourful place.


































The misty blue













The smoky pink












The shallow yellow













The handy orange



















The white symbol




















White conquest









White idol






















White wars


















Black symptoms



















Black struggle








Black idols



Black kids,
white idols













White weapons












Black targets










White money,
Black market











White flesh,
Black passion












Pink flesh,
Blue ocean













White leisure












Sky blue







White standards



















Sad truth











White wedding,
Black sheep.












White comfort













White structures














White living












Black streets








































































































Dark silhouettes












Yellow squares













Silver frames













Green trails












Red warning













Shamelessly patronizing












Grey trains












White bus stops












White buses












White taxis












But always












Yes always











Brown crowds












Long-distance commuters












Piled up in wheeled boxes

















Kings











Princes












Watchmen













Guardians of the masses












Never too late












for the hurry.



















Orange jackets



















Yellow vests














Black jobs. No rest.


















































































































Concrete irony









for the “good nigger”.






















Gotta stretch your morals,












gotta tie up your shoes,














to keep it together.












Close together.












Like the Rainbow Nation












From elders












to children.
















And a lot of love















Yes love













Supportive parents












for freedom born children.












Kids of the Cape












Cape of Good Hope













Hope and education



















Breaking the glass ceiling












Heroes in the making













Victoriously leaping into the air













Jabulani my friend.
Winds of change are blowing.












Don’t doubt Cape Town


















When in doubt,
Out of frustration,
Do what you do best.

Make your voice loud.












Stay bold













Bold at work













Bold back home













Bold in bed













Bold like chrome












Bold like the strategy of these healer deons.







Bold like Cape Town.
Black, Coloured, White. Good people only.
Bold like Capetonians.
Bold like their story.




































































































Cheers







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