By Jackson Biko.
I once stopped over at a convenient store in a petrol station in Westlands to pick breakfast after a night out. It was midnight. Now, this particular petrol station does more than just sell fuel at night; it’s a meeting point of sorts, a place where the young (and some old) come to drink alcohol, listen to music from their cars and, quite often, engage in some light petting. It’s mostly a bourgeois crowd, or those aspiring to this social class. On this particular night, I see this kid (he must have been 23) standing outside “his” car which was parked between other cars.
He was wobbling on his feet like a penguin, fumbling with his fly, trying to retrieve what lived therein and finally when he succeeded, he emitting a gush of urine on the wheels of the car he had stepped out of; a sleek BMW X5. He was taking a bathroom break on the wheels of a BMW X5! That’s almost like taking a leak on a village elder; horrifyingly disrespectful and very perverse.
