"Agter die Boerewors Gordyn" Behind the Sausage Curtain

<h1>As I cooled my jets and searched for the elusive condiments (chillies and mayonnaise), I headed to my favourite, always joyful teller, and we both cracked ourselves up laughing at the arrogance and rudeness of the giant white man ahead of us. "Sana, I just laugh at them," she replied when I called him Sour Balls. A few of these Afrikaners are cautiously polite, some openly hostile or fearful of the invasion of the darkies and yellow bones in their sacred enclave. A shopper did herself a disservice by twisting her mouth downward, exaggerating her poor skin’s sun damage and wrinkles even more. Lines from bitterness look distinctly different from laugh lines.</h1> <h1>As one should do, I enter and claim spaces as their equal. It’s an act of willfulness that says we belong here, not just as workers, but as people indigenous to this land.</h1> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@cheryldamon/agter-die-boerewors-gordyn-behind-the-sausage-curtain-89809e7305cd"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>