Michael Trapido has it right: if you’re a fan of Ndumiso Ngcobo and his musings, and you happen to be of a pinkish hue, does that make you an inverted coconut?
Ngcobo wrote a doozy yesterday on the subject of the beloved tropical fruit and has attracted much comment:
A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece entitled “Of racists, kaffirs and coconuts” in which I wondered out loud if such a thing as a kaffir actually existed. That was at the height of the “Khoza fingers the kaffir” row. In that piece, I promised that I would return to the subject to complete my thoughts.
I have a confession to make. I set a trap for you, my readers. In the very last sentence of that blog, I consciously made a vague allusion to DJ Fresh, the 5fm presenter. I must thank you my sheeple for falling for the trap like a fruit fly on crack for the Venus flytrap’s tricks. You came out guns blazing in condemnation of Fresh’s allegedly coconutty ways. And, to sweeten the deal, some readers even threw in Talk Radio 702’s Redi Direko. I call such moments the good times.
I guess the most important question here is: What is a coconut? I think that it is sufficient to explain the term “coconut” as a black person with white values. Fair enough? OK, if you want to be pedantic and pick at those nits, I suppose you could throw in white mannerisms, speech, behaviour and perhaps even dress sense.
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