Some time ago I challenged two women I greatly admire to indulge me and write an essay revealing what is it they hide in their handbags. I wanted to discover where were they storing those items before the handbag made a comeback some few years ago. To really take it back, this handbag fad is a hippy (1960s) era accesory, when lovers of peace, love and happiness stored unlit spliffs, illicit pills and miniature red or green books to ca
Now that we living in a different era the reality has also changed. Most of the revolutionaries I mentioned are dead or have conformed. George Clinton's parliament funk has been replaced by Kanye West's sampling of a Mayfield song; fake Mzansi revolutionaries are unashamedly fighting for the National Lottery cake while the poor people starve; plastic revolutionaries like Bolivia's Evo Morales and Venezuela's Hugo Chavez are busy playing to a Hollywood script; Iran's Mahmoud Ahmadinejad still needs to be verified by the South African Bureau of Standards (SABS) as quality. I wanted to know what is it in the ladies' bags that warrants so much privacy that everytime we go out on dates she will say, 'excuse me. I got to make a turn at the ladies'', grab her bag and inconvenience me and the waiter.
When I sent out this challenge I thought the sisters would get down and bruise their fingers trying to unravel the mystery for the male Kasiekulture fans. I'm now reporting that ony one of the two sent me something which, with the benefit of hindsight - is not publishable. Not publishable because while I didn't expect to be lectured about how house music managed to replace techno, or how R.Kelly keeps getting it right everytime he walks into a studio -
Her conditions were simple; she wanted to know what is it that men keep in the cabins of their cars to the point where six out of ten they are locked all the time. Well, I told her I don't know much about married men but can speak for boyfriends and babyfathers. Be assured, they don't keep drivers' licenses there, that is why traffic officers say immediately they ask for your license and you open the cabin they immediately know that nine out of ten you don't have it or have left it at home.
A quick survey of sixteen cars I conducted revealed the following contents; photographs (girlfriend or child), condoms (Choice or Lover's Plus), perfume (the same brand used at home), letters (cellular providers' bills, bank or insurance), a porn DVD (mixed race), sunglasses (for the times w
Even after these findings I still wonder why I needed a sista from another race to solve this riddle when I've got millions of Black sistas all over the world. Is it a self-esteem issue? I trust not.
Now tell us; what is it that you put in your handbag (or cabin)?. Share it with Kasiekulture.
* PS. The richest non-worker in the world arrived in the United States this week. And if you know what's in Queen Elizabeth Windsor's handbag, please spill the contents.
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