It's Sunday in Guguletu and residents are congregating at Mzoli's to treat themselves to roast meat and cold beer. The butchery not only sells chops and wors but also cooks and serves them in a marinade that has earned itself cult status.
Township-dwellers, a cross-section of Captonians, and a smattering of tourists mingle on Mzoli's shaded patio and in the sweltering streets. High-heels, wrap-around sunglasses, and shiny automobiles abound...
Did I hear that his daughter was abducted some time ago?
omunakwe 4 years ago
Sure Mzolisto..!!Cool lyrics
peshyza 4 years ago
Yeaaaaaaah!
Pantsula-4-life!!!
machintruc22 5 years ago