Non-coward has candid monologue about race!
Why would I put myself through such grief as marrying a white woman in a country still intolerant of inter race relationships, you may ask? Well, the whole thing makes financial sense to me right now.
It’s a sweet deal, and you all know it. Not having to pay iLobola, not having to pay for twenty-seven different traditional ceremonies where blankets, grass-mats, winter coats, fifty kilogram sacks of rice are shared and all of which is never used again unless someone else gets married and they are passed on again as gifts. And of course the bovine beasts that have to bite the dust in the honour of all these ceremonies, all of which is just way expensive.
Or maybe not:
Hear me out – the way I see it [white men] have three choices (1) Work hard for little reward in companies that are reported to not to give you a fair chance because of your skin-colour (this should start to make you feel black anyway) or (2) get hitched to a successful black woman, stay at home and work on that book you’ve always wanted to write or (3) Leave the country for Canada, but lets face it, Canada is no match to South Africa…