Vrot Snoek was loitering outside at the African National Congress national general council last week, waiting to see if he’s going to have to dump the “100% Mbeki” T-shirts he’s been printing. That’s where he heard a nearby police walky-talky crackle, “Car for Minister van Schalkwyk.”

The fuzz holding the receiver looked nonplussed. “Wie?” he asked.

“Car for Minister van Schalkwyk,” came the reply.

Once again: “Wie?” And so it went, back and forth, until the voice finally squawked, “Car for Kortbroek!”

At once, the car was summoned ...

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