A FAMOUS GROUSE
THEY should hold more public meetings at the airport where rival factions throw chairs about the place, especially during the tourist season.
Foreign visitors would thus be immersed in the local culture the moment they exit customs, and trained guides could even be on hand to assist those who, weary after the long flight, are confounded by the melee and struggle to make sense of it.
For example, a guide may direct the goggle-eyed gaze of British tourists towards EFF supporters and tell them, “Those red shirts? They’re the racists now. They especially don’t like Asian folk. Much like your National Front.”
French visitors, meanwhile, may be told, “Their leader is, how you say, l’agriculteur? But he is sadly failing with cabbages … the choux. Also, uh, très bruyant. Much shouty-shouty. Would you like to take some photographs? Très cheap…”
The airport, sans doute, would by then have a new name. Even so, we’d still be at loggerheads with one another over some other threat to the sainted ubuntu and the very fabric of society or whatever.