My jalopy got stuck in the mud!

My jalopy got stuck in the mud today. Going by the way it behaves, it must be seventy years old and must have been used by Hitler while running away from the Russian red army during the second world war. It moves comfortably at 40 kilometers per hour and when forced, manages a maximum of 65 kilometers per hour only for its engine to stop dead a few minutes later.

I check the boot where the dying engine is located

My wife normally curses when this happens and holds her chin in a manner to suggest a miserable loner listening to an imaginary phone conversation. Like a very experienced mechanic that I am not, I open the door and move to the boot where the dying engine is located. I lift the cover, check a few things and shaking my head, go to the driver’s seat. The devil of an engine starts and we move for a few more kilometers. This time, we get stuck in the mud, no engine problem!

Three young men help me carry it away from the mud

A jalopy stuck in the mud does not have another solution. I get two young men who simply carry the volkswagen beetle away from the mud, and that is the beauty of having a light vehicle. With my son struggling to kiss his beautiful mom, and his mother wondering why her husband can not buy a better car, the young men help us get moving again and off we go.

Haba is thrilled to be home again, away from the sticky mud

We finally arrive and Haba is thrilled to be home ‘again’ away from the smell of pigs and piglets. If the boy has questions, he is still too young to ask them but the mother asks them on his behalf. Daddy, when do we get a better car? I smile sheepishly, that cockroach smile I normally spot when cornered. Its the business we run that should buy us a new car honey, or Google.

She feels like slapping the stupid smile away from my face but remembers Haba is watching!

Is she satisfied? I do not know, but she goes about the normal day to day business, looking as graceful as ever, of course until we get stuck one more time and that is when her good mood takes another dive. Daddy, when do we get a better car? Guess what I do? I spot the same stupid smile and she feels like slapping the cockroach smile away but remembers little Haba is watching!

NB: Something is wrong with my views, they have been stuck for hours now and that is why I won’t be writing any article tonight. This light piece was meant to test the waters.