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Man at Work<\/h1>\n

by Marijke Hillmann<\/p>\n

The acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox and the noisy banter on an early afternoon in the Windhoek pub.<\/p>\n

An outburst of raucous laughter as the door opens and a pyjama-clad six-plus- footer enters, an IV-device strapped to his arm. The regulars greet him. “You managed to escape the nuns from the clinic over the road again, Horst” ?<\/p>\n

He pulls himself up on a barstool, positions the IV drip against the counter and shouts out for a draught beer. “Teatime at the hospital is over in 15 minutes, so make it snappy, please”.<\/p>\n

With a proprietary air, he asks to see the accounts and has a quick browse through the books. “You guys not doing your bloody job, then” he says “the takings are down you skimming me or what?”<\/p>\n

He bangs his hand on the bar counter. “It is filthy in here” you guys thought I had died and gone to hell already, have you? Not before you mop those floors and empty the ashtrays “chop chop!!!”<\/p>\n

Downing two pints, the pub owner gets up with a sigh and bellows: “see you in two days ” you can all have one fricking drink on me tonight?.it is my birthday. Sorry can’t join you \u00a0need to sober up for yet another op tomorrow.”<\/p>\n

He hobbles back to the clinic, crosses the road impatiently and shows his middle finger to a driver who brakes to a screeching halt.<\/p>\n

Horst survives his operation, a car accident, two armed robberies and a devastating fire at his pub, but loses the battle against an ailing liver some five years later.<\/p>\n

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\nMarijke Hillmann writes a monthly story about Africa for our site. You can find out more about her and the time in her life she is writing about here: African in Short. http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/africa-in-short-by-marijke-hillmann\/2013\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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