The Mothercity speaks out!

In the name of Allah most gracious most merciful.

 

 

Nearly overslept for the march, the mother of all marches this morning. At 9.00 we were en route bumper to bumper on the M5 and all the way in to the city. Apparently the Parade area was serving coffee and koeksister since 8 am, Cape Town knows how to throw a march, hey. This one reminds me of the day Madibah was released from prison but well not quite as beeg.

 

We knew we would not find parking so we took a leisurely walk downhill from Walmer Estate, spirits were high and the weather superb. People were walking down in droves hey Capetonians with their matching colours of red black and green from great grandmoms to babes on arms with the Palestinian flag hoisted, wrapped around heads, torsos - but flying high. Scarfs made into caps and dresses hey takes me back to them days when we picketed outside the Israeli embassy, thrown into police vans, out before Jumuah - only to realise that the embassy had moved to Pretoria, ha ha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I met activists from all over Africa, from Egypt to Malawi, from Zimbabwe to Congo. Amid the louds "Takbirs" the occasional " Pansi Israel, pansi! and sometimes the crowd would start with Malibongwe and end off with duahs for the protection of the Palestians.

 

Thousands upon thousands of people converged and even as the march snaked towards Parliament more people were joining, so my personal gestimate? about 60 000 people wow!

 

Calls for boycotts, re energised the campaign from boycotting Woolworths to The British G4S from calling for Agrarian reform to praying for Gaza.

 

Just before Thuhr we decided to head back up, the walking was great but when you're unfit its embarrassing how that small incline becomes a mountain. The day was still young and we were famished so we took a drive through Constantia and Tokai, showed the kids Pollsmoor Prison and straight through to Surfers Corner Muizenberg, The Lucky Fish and chips yay! A family box and for Yasmine two Florentines. I have tried Florentines all over Cape Town but these are by far the most exquisite. A bit crunchy and sticky and ultra delicious. We had to get home because I still needed to complete spinach, chilli and samosas and cashew baklava for Nadia and Rameez's farewell tomorrow. So I'm off.

 

plant food and maintain the protest and boycott.

 

later Yasmine

 

ps. and the almond blossoms are out in full swing!