Whatshot

When it came to concerts, parties, engagements or something as grand as a wedding. we were all automatically invited. That day our little group of friends, dressed to kill sat eight abreast in a pew for six.

Our mischievousness no doubt was noted by our stifled sniggering behind our grubby little paws and the elders behind and in front of us kept up a regular 'shhuuut!' to no avail. We were having such a good time!

The Organ to the right of the Pulpit was precious only to our voluptuous five foot one square Music Teacher/Organist. She was totally hidden from us, except for her new hat which had a long green feather bouncing up and down, following her head to the left and again in rhythm to the right, as she passionately played moving music we could not understand! This moving feather took our fancy and we fell apart and with our heads on our laps screeched with laughter as tears ran down our cheeks.

Auntie Suzie then followed: She came swaying down the aisle, having waited hours for everyone else to be seated. She was obviously very hot huffing and puffing having spent hours finally fitting into her new 'step- in'. It had buttons running all the way down from the built-in Number 48 brazier over very well preserved hips thus keeping the tummy in as much possible. She could hardly breathe as she walked towards the front pew slowly swinging one leg over the other briefly balancing on each number 12 foot which she had to keep in a pigeon-toed position not to fall over. Having been to the Ladies earlier, she was not aware that her dress at the back was caught in the elastic of her beige 'OK Special' panty in full view of the entire congregation! To make matters even more comical, her stockings only came up to below her knees and was held in place with a peach pip as anchor pushed back inside the knitted rim of the stocking.

One of those peach pips escaped and shot over our heads, just missing the Bride making her way down the aisle! As one, the entire congregation ducked to avoid the possible injury by peach pip! Some ladies lost their hats in the process and some hid behind their missals. We were in a heap on the floor!

The priest's mouth opened and closed, throwing his introduction speech up in the air in a desperate attempt to stop the unseeing organist playing relentlessly. She was not giving up as this performance was her best ever!

Auntie Suzie was unaware of the commotion behind her and sat down hard in the front row moving the entire family of the Bride twelve inches backward!

Writer's competition for Ballito's Writer's Club

Last year, managing editor of The Bugle, Kasia Yoko was invited to give a speech and a few hints and tips to the Ballito's Writer's Club. The Club was to submit a short story on the people who influence their creative spark.

Here are the winning three entries. We will publish one each week. Thank you Ballito's Writer's Club for the invitation and while all stories were truly inspirational, Mala, Mahadevi and Emma out shined their competitors. First place went Mala Gouden, second place went to Mahadevi Reddy and third Place to Emma Robb. Congratulations!

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