"Hello? Is that the oncologist? I've just booked a patient in and her name's called Durban..."
Durban gurlz saying howzit to y'awl. Durban still retains some semblance of an innocence about itself even though the city beachfront suffers a mass invasion of hundreds of thousands of uMuntus (Zulus) every December come Christmas time causing the Indian Ocean to baulk and shudder, and during this period rape incidents shoot through the roof, crime soars and all the rest - need I say more? You got it...
Durban: a once-thriving coastal city/port on the East Coast of South Africa, now completely in the hands of incompetent "affirmative action" (sic) coons and a jew-traitor City Manager called Michael Sutcliffe, who just slithered into a luxury pad (on a municipality salary?) in a multi-million rand condo in the prestigious Umhlanga Rocks area north of the city. Before the city's first black mayor took over a decade or so back, his predecessor, a Mr Mike Lipschitz (jew) was... wait for this one - was murdered by a rent-boy... (hmm... some strange tikkum olam?) Lipschitz used to put on a pseudo-charismatic front and was a bit of showman, and perhaps the jewish businessmen and their ol' skool gentile sidekicks shoved him into the mayor's seat and in typical jew form, Lipschitz left strange vibes and a broken-hearted family behind after the bizarre circumstances of his death.
Today, Durban's taking a pounding from typical Turd World incompetence, corruption and nepotism, the street names have been changed to communist "fall-heros" like Fidel Castro Street, Suzie Matwetwe Avenue and all the rest. Now they're screwing up and playing havoc with the bus transport system.
Aargh! But there's a flipside. There're still many good things left intact about this outdoors, tropical city. Business goes on, okay, the old central city area is now Turd-Worldified but your average Zulu is not too bad, the Indians are fairly industrious (and shrewd as hell) and white Durbanites are cool, hard-working and friendly folks. It's still home for me, but Durban's like a rhinoceros that's been poached and badly wounded... ce la vie. The show must go on.
Look at that ocean: that's where I spent every rest and recreation moment of my youth, surfing, surfing, surfing. Durban's still a surfer's haven today. I have that ocean to thank for my good health. Cheers, you beautiful sea!
To Durban's credit, racial friction is minimal in this city, people just get on with their lives - and that's good enough for me. Blacks around here are not as hectic as elsewhere in this country, I have no reason to hate many of them, I speak their linger (Zulu) fluently and know how the Zulu thinks and they don't hassle me. Unfortunately, many whites don't understand these people, which is why they fall prey to the black man's savagery. Whitey's good naturedness can also be his worst enemy. If I were to say that I hated the ordinary folks of other races around here I would be lying to both you and myself. But, of course, the TCB still exists (LOL!) and I WILL NOT run my home town down for the sake of the many innocents that live here and make this place tick. And as a footnote: when comparing the Multicult Scene here as compared to, say, a place like London (which is multicult SWAMPED) Durban's still like paradise - but for how much longer? I dunno... but me
Durbs, come on, I've just walked out of a briefing session with a client of a prominent business here and guess what my dress was? Blank tee-shirt, Bad Boy surf baggies and LOL! Fred Perry sneakers. And mode of transport? Bicycle. Because that's Durban for you.