Sbusiso drives into a service station in his battered bakkie, clad in shorts, all stars, funky beard and i-spoti. He hands the coloured attendant the keys complete with a beautiful Tupac keyring:

Sbu: "Gcwalisa mfethu, i-Super"

Attendant: "How much?"

Sbu: "hayi bo, ngithe gcwalisa m'su..."

Attendant: "I only speak English!"

Sbu: "No problem. Good day to you Sir. I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the propellant of my motorised vehicle. Therefore, cordially request you to transfer, from your subterranean reservoir, a sufficient quantity of the combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the
appropriate receptacle of the said means of perambulation to the brim."

Attendant: "Hau?"

Sbu: "Do you have a problem Sir? I thought you said you spoke English?"

Attendant: "English, That is not English!"

Sbu: "My dear Sir, are you veritably attempting to insinuate that you do not even recognise the language which you allege to be your singular means of communication?"

Attendant: "Hau?"

Sbu: "Let me attempt to elucidate in the most elementary terms; your paltry grasp of English vernacular is frittering away the time at my disposal or as I would put it in a civilised intelligible language - Ungazong'jwayela wena msunu, uthi ufrostana i-English kuphela, mara
ungimoshela is'khathi sami, awuzwaFOKOL. Gcwalisa lapho wena mhlathi kanyoko! Uyangifrostana?

Attendant: "Yah mfethu. ngigcwalise neh? Ngiyakuzwa"

Sbu: "sho!"