Enjoying the happiest moments of my life:
embraced within the bureaucratic coccoon
rolling with Bert Kaempfert’s African Safari
while Thokozile’s solving the mystery of her
niece being on a lost-and-found-person list
Hermien’s battling the Medical Fund, Hanlie’s
struggling to regain her telephone line after
‘Bruce’ transferred it through to me long ago
and Annette finishes the new Government
Service Beginner’s course after 3 years of
Her super successful apprenticeship, then I
discover Bruce’s morphed into Mosimanyana,
from there to this Google-led English version
of Portuguese Certificate Regulations; though
the music becomes repetitive the feeling of
Well-being is so great I’m loath to change it
to something less energising...
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