We wandered Cape Town today. The weather looked poor to start the day but by the time we sat on some steps to eat the food we had bought from the street market for lunch, the sun was shining and the day was another goodun. But things took a turn as I sat myself down and swung my bag off my back, just catching the big, besuited black guy sitting next to me on said step. Of course I apologised and he assured me it was no bother. As we ate a guy passed and, amongst the clearly good natured banter between him and my neighbour, I gleaned that this fellow was to be seen on TV. Once the exchange was over I turned and asked if, by chance, I found myself sitting next to someone famous. Not at all, he assured me. He was an MP (the national parliament is in Cape Town and not the capital, as if you didn't know). Needless to say I engaged this charming man in a conversation about the workings of parliament, the rules of the democracy, etc, and then we finished our lunch before he moved off, thanking me for our conversation.
The man sitting next to Heather asked if we knew who I had been speaking to and informed me that it was none other than Nelson Mandela's grandson. I confess to feeling star struck in a big way.
But to cap it all he came back with an ice cream and sat beside me again. I'm not proud! and asked if he was indeed the grandson of the great man himself. I failed miserably to hide or contain my absolute joy at meeting him, shook him by the hand and told him I was genuinely honoured to meet the grandson of one of the greatest, most humble men to have walked this planet. Heather took a picture
and his identity has been confirmed by the waitress in the cafe where we had a drink to calm me!!! Your comments on this are a requirement but please be assured I will not be charging for autographs on my return.

Wow!
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