I have been having a very interesting discussion with Farhad today. I love him so much he makes me want to cry. Farhad and I do a lot of crying together.
We usually manage to cry at least once a week, especially after his weekly Facebook post of the Shah. He cries for the Shah and the fact that France and then us, by default, didn’t let him in. Because of this, his beloved Persia has fallen to ” infidels and shit heads” His words not mine! About this time, he takes out a very white linen handkerchief and dabs his eyes. This, in turn makes me cry and we both end up snivelling over the desks. I worry about him being homesick. He says he will never be allowed to die there and then gets out the photograph of his grandmother who he said died in ” PERSIA” without him being able to say goodbye to her. That is cue for another bout of tears, from both of us. Its a bit like a Greek tragedy really.
LM does a lot of sucking his teeth and glaring by this stage. I ignore him. He isn’t very empathetic.
The rest of the Office think we are mad. Aladene doesn’t like him ….. and Farhad doesn’t like Aladene. Alaedene insists on calling him an Iranian – to which Farhad refuses to answer. Once when Farhad had enough of it, he held up his religious token in front of Alaedene’s face and growled something in Farsi at him.
Alaedene all smiles, as his team has just beaten Farhads!
Aladene in turned shouted ” Allah Akbar” or something like that. Its true I didn’t hear clearly, but I am sure it was along those lines. Its a very sticky truce they have.
Farhad is a very snappy dresser. I have never seen anyone shine their shoes as much as he does. In the summer when I make him, ( much to his chagrin) wear a company Polo Shirt he still has his shiny shoes on, although he does stop at wearing shorts and shiny shoes.. that is far too much. Instead he goes for an Italian Loafer, similar to Tomasso’s
My Sobbing Partner
However, I do think Farhad is also an Agent Provocateur. Once, Mr Wu said something along the lines of ” its the same for all of us British…” and Farhad immediately said he wasn’t British but Chinese, to which Mr Wu said he was Hong Kong /British Subject in that exaggerated Chinese accent that he sometimes puts on. Mr Wu finished off with reminding us that he was, after all, a member of the Conservative Party. A hush immediately fell over the office. Whether it was out of respect or confusion at this remark, I didn’t dare ask!
If its a really bad day when Farhad has the group or excursion that Mr Wu wants, then Mr Wu annoys Farhad by telling him that he went to a party once in Hong Kong where he met the own of Lacoste and told Farhad that his Lacoste polo shorts are not made in Paris on the Left Bank as he stupidly assumed, but actually in a Kowloon sweat shop and still sold for an inflated price to any idiot who will buy them.
The good news however is that I have to go to Cape Town ( again) . Yes, its a tough job but someone has to do it. And, as always, I am happy to ” take one for the team!” We have 45 French students arriving in February and I need to check everything is fine with the School there. By way of contrast, we have arranged for them to spend two days in a local Township High School. I don’t mind and I think it will be very beneficial, but the Agent is a trifle worried, so to reassure them I said I would pop over ( as you do…)
Also, as previously eluded to, I have a blood diamond languishing in a vault in Joburg. It was part of my previous life but that doesn’t mean to say that it should stay there forever.
The Pilot is due to be there at roughly the same time, so I shall fix a rendezvous with him and go and retrieve it. ( we both have to sign to get it out of the vault. F F S ) He isn’t top of the list of people I want to see when I am there, but its a means to an end.
If anything occurs to stop it seeing the sunlight, he had better run fast…..
Its a very nice stone, even if it is ” one in the rough” being neither polished or cut. I initially wanted a square one but fell in love with the slightly odd style and have been told that once cut and polished, it will look just great.
H – this is one I found earlier and is merely used for illustrative purposes.
Currently, I have no desire to cut or polish anything and aim to sell it on and try to get the tax back! My main worry would be getting either that or the money out of the country, and yes, I have thought about driving up to Botswana and flying out under the radar! As the Pilot will be flying down in a VVIP BBJ then he wont be subject to the same rigorous restrictions that I, flying economy, will have. I have asked if I can cut him a deal and he take the diamond out in his Nav Bag but he merely looked at me and said ” Jacks. Have you completely lost your mind?”. I shall safely take that as a ” NO!”
The best bit of that time will be staying in Simons Town, amply looked after by my two most favourite people in the world. Wayne and Margaret. I am sure you can work out who is who from the photograph. Ho Ho I just love these people to death and they make me feel most welcome when I stay there.
Wayne and Margaret. Two very decent human beings.
Simons Town is a wonderful coastal town, towards Cape Point and is steeped in history.
( I attach a link for those who wish to know more.)
The town still has a wonderful colonial air about it and I covet the second hand shops every time for wonderful gems from a bygone time. Usually, these gems are being sold by ex Rhodesians who have come over the Border hoping to regain some of that
” Happy Valley Life” they used to have. Sadly, they have been relegated to walking, en masse, along the beach each morning, reminiscing about the good old days and bemoaning what has happened to them. I don’t have a lot of sympathy, sad to say
WAKE UP! THOSE DAYS HAVE GONE AND WONT BE BACK
And talking of crying, every time I meet them again ( my favourite peeps ) I cry. When I first arrive, Margaret looks me in the face and says ” Hello, Miss Jackie…welcome home!”. And indeed, its just how I feel… a homecoming. I just love her to bits
Before I sign off, a funny story from Margaret. It goes like this..
“Well Margaret, how goes it?”
” Oh you know Miss Jackie. Good and bad.”
“Are you liking your new home Margaret”
“Yes, Miss Jackie, but you know I have to pay for my power now. I never had to before”
“Oh really Margaret. What a shame. But maybe that was because you used to hook it up to your neighbours supply”
( she smiles) ” Yes, Miss Jackie. Maybe that is it”
“How is it now, Margaret, that Zuma is in power?”
She purses her lips…” Miss Jackie, I have never known such a mess. That is what happens when you put a black man in power!” ( and you will have seen what Margaret looks like, which was why her comment made me smile… ) She looked at me and winked.
Its one of the most wonderful countries I have ever seen. A great contrast of beauty. Gentle and rough. Wonderful people, and somewhere, somehow, its in my blood.
It really is my second home – faults and all. I simply adore it. That’s it folks…
I shall leave you with my favourite song, currently. 🙂 I bet you are all feet tapping after this…..
The lyrics are just brilliant. Simply brilliant.
And as they say in the veldt…. Totsiens!