If you have grown up in South Africa you grew up chewing Chappies…and it seems this is still the norm. In fact I popped into a, not surprisingly Greek run corner cafe a few weeks ago to buy some bread and the sweaty man…or was it a woman… tried to give me change in Chappies.
“You tzake Cheppies,” he/ she said barely audible through the facial hair on his/her upper lip.
“I will not take change in ‘Cheppies’ I replied slamming my fist rather dramatically down on the counter, convinced that I wouldn’t fall for the same trick so many kids, including myself fell for when we were younger. He/she pushed the jar towards me defiantly and I hate to admit it but the bright wrappers caught my eye, and almost against my will I found myself reaching into the jar grabbing a handful.
I popped a grape flavoured piece of gum into my mouth and for about 20.5 seconds I was in ‘grape heaven’, and those of you who have tasted a grape Chappie know that grape heaven is the best type of heaven, for those of you who haven’t tried a grape Chappie…well where have u been? My ‘grape heaven’ was short lived however as I all too soon remembered why grape Chappies were the worst flavour, they tease you with their juiciness but then turn hard, lose all their flavour and no longer resemble anything close to chewing gum.
Once I realised my awful mistake I had to get rid of it…and fast. I was however stuck in the ever delightful Johannesburg afternoon traffic and had nowhere to throw it, so obviously I would either have to stick it behind my ear (like that girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) or carry on chewing it right? After another 20.5 seconds of deliberation by which time the Chappie had turned into a blob of Pratley’s Putty, I decided to continue chewing it.
As I continued to chew the driver of the BMW proceeded to open his window and lump a whole MacDonald’s packet into the gutter next to him. That’s right an entire packet filled to the brim with oily boxing, what’s worse is it seemed like entirely normal to him, just like I would place my rubbish in a bin…or in an unsuspecting friends handbag, he just threw his on the side of the road. When I proceeded to flash my lights at him he gave me the finger as if I was the crazy one!
A little shell shocked I looked around at the drivers around me, my eye caught the flash of gold as a overdone elderly woman flicked her cigarette out the window, and again did not bat an eyelid.
Apparently it has become normal for South Africans to dump their rubbish wherever they may please. This is not surprisingly against the law!
Look for yourself it’s the law! The Law! The thing that Judge Dredd put you in prison for if you break…yeah that one.
- The Constitution of the Republic of South Africa (1996),
- The National Environmental Management Act (No. 107 of 1998),
- The Environmental Conservation Act (No. 73 of 1989) and
- The Marine Living Resources Act (No. 18 of 1998), of greatest relevance to marine and coastal resources.
Just throw your rubbish in a rubbish it’s free! And Grape Chappies stop ruining my life…and taste buds.
That is all.