Story about South Africa
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2021 5:39 pm
About 8 years ago, my brother and his family were living on a sizeable piece of land that backed into a huge forest/bush. It was a fantastic environment for running and cycling, but unfortunately, deep in the woods there lay what is nowadays called an 'informal settlement'.
That means a bunch of bushkaffers built shacks out of stolen bits of crap.
This incident happened before they had an 8ft razor wire fence put up around their land. It was one of 3 such incidents, the final incident involving a mob of about 50 kaffers turning up when my sister in law and 6 year old nephew were home alone. She ended up having to fire several shots at them before they would fuck off.
Anyway, one hot afternoon on a weekend, they were having an afternoon snooze. The house was locked, but the bedroom curtains were open. My brother was awoken by a noise at the window and looked up to see 3 youths looking at them through the window. At least one had a knife.
He got out of bed and shouted (in Afrikaans) "What the fuck are you doing on my property?!"
At the same time he grabbed a hold of his pump action shotgun and went outside, all the while shouting at them.
They shouted back in English that they didn't speak or understand Afrikaans (something they always claim when it suits them). Or they claim to find it offensive because it's a "racist" language and demand to be spoken to in English.
Once outside, they started running away. My brother jumped on the quad bike and gave chase. Once he was away from the house and in the bush, he started firing at them, all the while shouting in Afrikaans "I'll show you what happens when you come onto my land".
He said once he started shooting, they picked up speed and moved so fast, it looked like they were walking on top of the bush. Like Jesus when he walked on water.
He caught one by the scruff of its neck and smacked it around a little (he is built like a rugby player), whereupon it suddenly became fluent in the Afrikaans language and squealed (obviously in Afrikaans) "Sorry sir, sorry sir, we'll never come here again, promise!"
And that's the end of the story about how kaffers become fluent in the nasty racist language of the Boer when it suits them.
That means a bunch of bushkaffers built shacks out of stolen bits of crap.
This incident happened before they had an 8ft razor wire fence put up around their land. It was one of 3 such incidents, the final incident involving a mob of about 50 kaffers turning up when my sister in law and 6 year old nephew were home alone. She ended up having to fire several shots at them before they would fuck off.
Anyway, one hot afternoon on a weekend, they were having an afternoon snooze. The house was locked, but the bedroom curtains were open. My brother was awoken by a noise at the window and looked up to see 3 youths looking at them through the window. At least one had a knife.
He got out of bed and shouted (in Afrikaans) "What the fuck are you doing on my property?!"
At the same time he grabbed a hold of his pump action shotgun and went outside, all the while shouting at them.
They shouted back in English that they didn't speak or understand Afrikaans (something they always claim when it suits them). Or they claim to find it offensive because it's a "racist" language and demand to be spoken to in English.
Once outside, they started running away. My brother jumped on the quad bike and gave chase. Once he was away from the house and in the bush, he started firing at them, all the while shouting in Afrikaans "I'll show you what happens when you come onto my land".
He said once he started shooting, they picked up speed and moved so fast, it looked like they were walking on top of the bush. Like Jesus when he walked on water.
He caught one by the scruff of its neck and smacked it around a little (he is built like a rugby player), whereupon it suddenly became fluent in the Afrikaans language and squealed (obviously in Afrikaans) "Sorry sir, sorry sir, we'll never come here again, promise!"
And that's the end of the story about how kaffers become fluent in the nasty racist language of the Boer when it suits them.