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Did the truck just flatten the cormorant?
No… but it was close…
A car speeds along the N1 and misses the anxious bird by mere millimetres.
Two people look on helplessly.
This was the scene that unfolded several times on the N1 at Paarden Eiland on Monday last week.
Two Sanccob volunteers tried to rescue an injured cormorant from being hit by a vehicle before it fled and nearly got hit by a vehicle.
It settled down again on the other side of the concrete barriers dividing incoming and outgoing traffic.
The two volunteers then had to get into their own car, drive to the nearest exit and then back along the highway to where the bird was cowering.
They then tried to rescue the injured cormorant from being hit by a vehicle before it fled and nearly got hit by another passing vehicle.
This happened so many times that Ted van der Meulen and Edna Hime from Seapoint stopped counting.
In a classic example of Murphy’s Law, their pursuit of the injured bird was complicated by rush hour traffic.
The bird was eventually caught, taken to Table View’s Southern African Foundation for the Conservation of Coastal Birds’ (Sanccob) headquarters, and has since recovered from its harrowing ordeal.
Sanccob has since declared that Ted and Edna are heroes and deserve medals for their courage, but for these passionate bird-lovers, the story of how they managed to save a cormorant along the N1 highway will live with them forever.
“Ted has rescued many birds before and has faced many dangerous situations, but this one was particularly frightening,” says Edna.
“I’m used to traffic, but that day I was actually threatened by it. We were incredibly lucky to catch the bird before it was squashed. For me the scariest part was when Ted leant over the concrete barrier with passing trucks literally shaking the ground,” she says, before pointing out that the danger her life partner was facing trumped that of the bird.
The adventure began while the two were still in bed and the phone rang. On the other end of the line was a friend who informed them of an injured coastal bird on the highway.
They decided to rush to the bird’s rescue, a mission they had embarked on many times before.
The outgoing traffic was manageable, but as people living in the north and travelling towards the city know, incoming traffic is always a nightmare during rush hour.
When they arrived, the bird was sitting on the concrete barrier, right opposite Paarden Eiland.
In order to find a safe place to park, the two had to drive past it, take the Koeberg turnoff and come back on the N1.
Ted made his first attempt to catch the bird in a large net and failed.
It half-flew-half-ran across the incoming lane and somehow managed to make it to the other side.
Edna admits that she had to close her eyes a couple of times as it looked certain that the cormorant would not make it.
Every time the two failed to catch the bird it fled to the other side of the barrier, which meant every time they had to get in their car and take a highway exit further up the road.
Since the bird was already injured by the time Ted and Edna arrived, (Sanccob reckons it must’ve been hit by a vehicle earlier), it was distraught.
Decades of experience at rescuing birds compelled Ted to wait a while before he attempted to catch it again.
“You get to know how birds react to certain things,” says Ted.
“It was startled by everything and looked at every car and truck that sped past, every person walking on the other side of the road. I knew it would have calmed down later, so we waited.”
Ted and Edna hid behind the car while the terrified cormorant’s heartbeat slowed down.
Eventually, after about 25 minutes, it looked away at a group of people and Ted knew that was the moment to make his move.
He was approximately four metres away from the bird when he gave two or three giant strides with the net rushing through the air.
This time the bird was trapped before it could have another near-death experience.
Ted and Edna put it in a box and then the peaceful darkness enveloped the fretful bird.
Once at Sanccob’s headquarters, it was determined that the white-breasted juvenile cormorant was in a very weak state.
Upon closer inspection by the veterinarian team, it was identified that the bird had a bruised chest, blood on his beak and was most likely hit by a car. As a result, he was put on a drip, given antibiotics and vitamins, and allowed to rest under the watchful eye of the bird rehabilitation staff in the Intensive Care Unit.
The next day he was apparently feeding well and already standing upright.
Francois Louw, spokesperson for Sanccob, says the juvenile cormorant will hopefully soon be released into the wild thanks to Ted’s bravery.
In thanking Ted and Edna, Sanccob Executive Director Dr Stephen van der Spuy said: “If there is a medal for bravery for saving seabirds then Ted surely deserves it.”



The owner of a casting agency in Table View has been accused of withholding payment to extras in a movie shot in Cape Town last year.
During the investigation it also came to light that the owner, Timothy Roach, could be listed as a “sexual predator” on the Illinois Sex Offender Registration for aggravated criminal sexual abuse.
The website states that a Timothy Roach was 27 at the time of the offence and the victim was 14-years-old.
It also indicates that he is “out of state” at the moment.
Table View’s Roach apparently graduated from law school at Everest University a few years ago and moved to South Africa.
Now numerous actors and actresses who prefer to stay anonymous out of fear of Roach’s alleged threats, are waiting for payment for work done on a movie starring Sasha Baron Cohen, Mark Strong and Penelope Cruz.
Roach cannot be reached by them, and if he contacts them it is apparently from a private number.
The casting agency, Dream Castings, has also moved away from its Blaauwberg Road premises.
Last week TygerBurger sent an urgent enquiry containing allegations of non-payment to the casting agency’s email address. A short while later Roach contacted the newspaper from a private number.
“If any of these allegations of non-payment are printed then I will take your newspaper to the highest court,” was Roach’s opening gambit. He went on to say every payment withheld was done so because the extras were either tardy or poached items off the set.
It was discussed that this newspaper’s questions be sent to the casting agency’s email, which would then be answered over the weekend and sent back on Monday.
Besides the non-payment allegations, Roach was also asked in the email about his apparent status as a “sexual predator” and whether someone with a similar chequered past could run an agency catering for children and adults.
At the time of going to print on Tuesday, Roach had not replied, despite a follow-up email.
The agency’s contact number also doesn’t work.
One actress states: “Yes, he has accused me of poaching, but I never did! It’s hear-say.”
Another complainant said she was ever-so-slightly late once, but that does not mean Roach could withhold payment.
Not everyone who is awaiting payment can be linked to tardiness or poaching off-set, however.
“I’ve been waiting since September… He kept promising he will pay, but lately he just hasn’t answered his calls or emails. He told me I must wait three months for payment, but still nothing. I was always on time and never poached anything. He never even mentioned this!”
When asked about Roach’s possible past, she answered: “Yes, I have heard about that. Since I found out I avoided going alone into the studio to ‘take pictures for my portfolio’. Just to be safe.”
Another complainant is desperately looking for Roach’s address so a summons can be delivered to him.
She wants to take him to court for non-payment.
Facebook has been rife with allegations of non-payment, and one of the complainants sent screen shots of these pages to the newspaper.
One comment reads: “I phoned Africa Film Productions who said Dream Castings was paid a long time ago.”
One post warns about the owner being a scam artist and numerous people have complained about Roach.
Alleged defaulter Timothy Roach is being protected by the law.
Last week TygerBurger published an article entitled “‘Sex pest’ fails to pay”, in which allegations of non-payment were made against the owner of Dream Castings, a casting agency in Table View.
It was also revealed in the article that a Timothy Roach is listed on the Illinois Sex Offender Registration as a “sexual predator” for aggravated criminal sexual abuse.
Since the article appeared, more people have come forward claiming non-payment for work done on various movie sets.
In one of the emails an anonymous victim says Roach owes her more than R5 000.
“I’m really furious about it! Something has to be done about this, I mean it’s not only me that’s been scammed by him. It would seem that he’s done this injustice to a huge amount of unsuspecting people,” she states.
Wits’ endAnother person is looking to deliver a summons to Roach to take him to the small claims court.
Most, however, are at their wits’ end and do not know what to do to get him to pay their hard-earned money.
After seeking legal advice from an attorney at Malherbe Tubb Faure Inc, TygerBurger can shed some light on the matter.
According to attorney Jurgens Tubb there are three routes for claimants to follow.
“First prize would be to seek a criminal case. This would mean the state pays all the legal fees. Then you could also consider opening a civil case, but that would mean you have to pay the legal fees, which if it goes to court, could cost you thousands of rands. Finally, you could also go to the small claims court, but then you and the defendant would have to argue your cases,” Tubb sums up.
If all the claimants meet and decide to follow the criminal route, they will have to go to Table View police station and open a docket.
“If the case goes to court the state will have to prove the man is a fraudster and has the intent to steal your money. Did he hire the people with the intent to swindle them? Intent is very hard to prove for the state, and must be done so without reasonable doubt,” he continues.
If the claimants decide to follow the civil route, then it is best they all go to one attorney and pursue a class action.
“Let’s say the man never had the intent to swindle you, but ended up not paying anyway. In a civil case the burden of proof is less than in a criminal case, so the attorney must do so according to the balance of probabilities,” says Tubb.
The third avenue is that of the small claims court, where one claimant argues non-payment, and Roach would argue his case.
It is generally accepted that Roach has a legal background and working knowledge of the law, as, if he is the same mans as the Illinois sex offender, he apparently studied law at an American institute.
SummonsAs for the summons which must be delivered to Roach, Tubb says this should be delivered to the address as it appears on the contract.
Once delivered to this address, Roach will be forced to go to court, and if he doesn’t show up then he will not be present to defend himself, and according to Tubb, will in all probability lose the case.
But, “you can’t squeeze blood out of a stone”, warns Tubb.
“Which means if Roach doesn’t have the money, and his assets are in an ‘empty shell’ such as Dream Castings’ name, then he simply won’t be able to pay. There is no guarantee that he would be able to pay, so following the civil route might be catastrophically expensive. Small claims court can also not force someone to pay if they don’t have the money.”
If Roach has “eloped”, then a tracer must be hired by the claimants, who will try to find Roach, wherever he is.
When Tubb was asked to give advice on the limited information he has, as to whether the claimants should follow a criminal case, he said: “No, I do not think the evidence shows intent beyond a reasonable doubt.”
This is despite Roach having allegedly defaulted on numerous occasions, even after being paid the money by the production company.
A business partner of Dream Castings’ founder Timothy Roach, has come forward to give his account of working with the suspected defaulter.
Dzenis Medunjanin contacted TygerBurger after the recent articles in which various claims of non-payment were made against Roach.
“Timothy Roach, has been scamming everyone he came across,” says Medunjanin.
“I’m not a psychologist, but I have a great interest in behavioural psychology, and I am convinced he is a pathological liar. His fantasy inevitably becomes his reality.”
Medunjanin is apparently also one of Roach’s victims.
Verbal agreementEquipment belonging to him and Roach were stolen out of his vehicle last year. The two opened a police case in the name of Dream Castings and then Roach approached an insurance company.
Medunjanin says him and Roach had a verbal agreement that any money paid back would be split 50/50, but of the R70 000 claimed, Medunjanin saw nothing at all.
“I don’t know why I didn’t have a written contract with Timothy. His previous partner warned me about Timothy. He said Timothy will end up owing me money. I should have listened to him, so I owe him an apology,” continues Medunjanin.
Medunjanin, who is an actor and dancer, went into business with Roach last year.
He said Roach needed him for his social skills and contacts in the movie industry.
He was to connect actors with the Table View casting agency and Roach would get them “parts” in movies.
Medunjanin first suspected Roach “isn’t all he claims to be” when he discovered Dream Castings was more of a “background” agency, as opposed to a casting agency.
“A background agency gets you parts as an extra in movies, while a casting agency gets you proper roles.”
When he started working with Roach, he was concerned with the number of people who were claiming Dream Castings owed them money.
Roach’s explanation was they were not paid because they were late on set or stole items off set.
“He used to have a host of unfair deductions for actors and actresses as well.”
He says he convinced Roach to pay some of the money owed, which he is now convinced Roach did to lure him into the business partnership.
Then the incident with the theft happened.
Medunjanin now says Roach owes him R35 000.
“Some of the stolen items included a camera, a microphone and a laptop. Timothy claimed three laptops from the insurance, but there was only ever one laptop in the car. He later told me the insurance paid out only his half of the claim. How does that make logical sense?”
Phone number changed“Recently people have phoned me asking for the money Dream Castings owe them, but I can only try to put them in touch with Timothy, something not even I can manage these days. He has changed his phone number five times in the last six months.”
TygerBurger has spoken to various people who claim Roach owes them money, and also to an attorney who had some legal advice for those who believe they were wronged by him.
Up until the time of going to press for this week’s newspaper, TygerBurger has only once been able to get hold of Roach.
At the time he said everyone who was waiting for payment was either late arriving on set or filched items off set.
Medunjanin says it is impossible to keep track of every single extra on a movie set and whether they were late or stole something.
Some of the people Roach allegedly owes money to swear high and dry they were never late and never stole anything.




“Kreee-kreee,” exclaimed the first swift tern chick worriedly.
After a moment of consideration the second one said: “Kree-kree…”
The first looked at the third expectantly.
“Kree-kree,” added the third.
After a brief discussion, the three came to the conclusion that anything is better than this stifling heat.
They took the plunge from the Nelson Mandela Gateway at V&A Waterfront, hoping against hope that their wings could carry their weight.
They should have listened to the fourth chick, who despite being a smarty-pants, knew a thing or two about gravity.
The chicks pummelled down towards the ground in hypnotic patterns, something the mass of on looking swift tern chicks thought might indeed be better than the hot roof.
The fourth chick looked on in horror as all of his friends nose-dived into the deck and into the ocean.
“Kree-kree,” he said haughtily while bouncing from one foot to the other.
The scene transpired on one of the hottest days ever in Cape Town in March.
Eighty-seven chicks were saved from certain death by Southern African Foundation for the Conservation of Coastal Birds (SANCCOB) volunteers and the Two Oceans Aquarium.
Some are still recovering at SANCCOB’s rehabilitation centre in Table View, while 65 have recently been released from Robben Island.
“It was absolutely horrifying,” says volunteer Edna Hime from Sea Point.
She and her partner, Ted van der Meulen, were called to the harbour on the day the temperature soared into the forties.
What waited for them was the dreadful scene of tens of swift tern chicks wriggling around on the warm deck and some struggling to stay afloat in the ocean.
On land a security guard helped them to collect the chicks and putting them in boxes and on the water, staff from the Two Oceans Aquarium fished out the birds and a diver also lent a hand to collect as many as possible.
Edna said the most appalling sight of the rescue mission was that chicks and younglings continued to plummet from the roof as a last resort to escape the unbearable heat.
SANCCOB sent two bakkies to the Waterfront, so that the heat-stressed chicks could be rushed to the centre in Table View.
The centre’s spokesperson, Francois Louw, elaborated: “The recent rise in temperatures in Cape Town caused most of the adult birds to temporarily leave the nests in order to escape the heat. Unfortunately, many of the the chicks followed suit without being able to properly fly yet and plummeted to the bottom of the building.”
Upon arrival at SANCCOB, the little chicks were immediately stabilised, examined by the veterinarian for possible injuries, treated for heat stress and provided with a unique identification number to individually monitor each chicks’ rehabilitation progress.
“During the next couple of weeks, the chicks will receive a balanced nutritional diet of squid and pilchards, a daily dose of vitamins, kept hydrated with electrolyte fluids and provided with fresh water to cool down in,” said Louw, before adding that the handling of the birds will be kept to a minimum to make their stay at SANCCOB as stress-free and comfortable as possible.
“Once the birds have passed all SANCCOB’s release criteria, which include waterproofing evaluations and flying tests, they will receive identification rings and will be released at Robben Island where they will be monitored in the future,” he concluded.
This week the spokesbird of the swift tern chicks sent a letter to TygerBurger in which he, most possibly, expressed his heartfelt gratitude to all involved in the rescue mission.
When looking at the emphasis on the second syllable, it is likely that he was one of the birds who jumped off the building.
There exists some speculation that the bird wanted the public to know that if anyone would like to make a contribution in aid of SANCCOB’s work to care for these beautiful creatures until they are old enough to be released back into the wild, then they can go to or call 021 557 6155.
More cannot be accurately deduced from the letter, which simply reads: “Kreee-kreee.”




Two figures walk on the Table View beach while the morning sun gently warms their backs.
Way beyond the breakers, faded outlines of ships disappear and reappear in the white mist. Table Mountain rises from the mist, creating the impression that it is floating above the City Bowl.
The waves wash over their weary feet until they are at peace.
Yoga master Laurence Milner (53) looks at the TygerBurger journalist and affirms people are stressed out and in need of some release.
We stop and look back along the beach from where we came. Hundreds of people are preparing themselves for the annual Free Yoga on the Beach, an initiative of the Chaitanya School of Yoga.
The journalist notices his and Laurence’s winding footprints have been washed away by the persistent waves.
“Yoga is not about perfection. It is not about putting your right foot around your left ear. It is about doing what you can, in your time, in your space,” says Laurence.
“Yoga doesn’t work from without, it works from within. It isn’t about touching your toes, it is about what you learn on your way down,” he continues serenely.
Laurence has learnt a lot in the ten years he’s been a yoga student. When he was first introduced he was suffering from addiction, but he has since discovered a new way of living.
His first impression of yoga reflects the perceptions of many.
“A lot of people think it is very soft, weak and gentle, and primarily for older people. This perception is changing in a big way. Most people leave their first introduction to yoga with the thought that they should have started years ago.”
Laurence looks at the powerful dynamic of the breaking waves and adds: “Yoga can be very strong and physical.”
As we walk back to the large gathering of centred individuals and those who long to find themselves, Laurence declares that this is the fourth year the school of yoga has hosted the free 75 minute session on the beach.
Every year the turnout is bigger, and today (Saturday), about 260 people became one with themselves and with nature.
“Being around moving water is very healthy for your body, and the soft, sandy surface works the muscles, ligaments and joints on a slightly deeper level. Ultimately, what better way to do yoga than to come together on a beautiful morning, listen to the ocean and practice it in absolute nature?”
After the two part company, the journalist walks past the keen students and notices something each one has in common.
They have all come to a complete standstill.
Behind them the buildings tower, the traffic races, and the mad rush of the world endures.




The two were momentarily suspended in the air.
Underneath them the inflatable power boat roared forward at 80km/h.
“Somewhere along the line there is always a close call,” states the pilot nonchalantly.
Neither of the two could afford to fall off the boat if their aspiration of finishing first overall in the Trans Agulhas Challenge was to be realised.
It was day five of the world’s toughest inflatable boat race and they were knee-deep in the long haul.
Pilot Stefan Lindeque, and co-pilot Tony Ingram hoped the 131km stretch from Gansbaai to Strand would be calm and uneventful, but they also knew that power boating beyond the waves was never really “calm and uneventful”.
For 10km near Cape Hangklip their endurance was tested to the limits – this after they completed 188km on day one, 86km on day two, 161km on day three and 111km on day four.
“The stretch from Gansbaai to Strand is usually flat, but that day it was really challenging. The pounding water was extremely rough. After five days, 10km of pounding was the last thing we wanted,” says Table View’s Lindeque.
At that stage of the race they knew they stood a chance of not only winning their class, but also trumping the faster modified powerboat class – something that no-one has ever achieved before.
But if one of them was thrown overboard then the bid for this remarkable achievement would have to wait till next year.
After a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Tony landed on the boat again.
A split second later the airborne Stefan also returned to the inflatable Nulandis.
That was close…
He adds that day three of the Trans Aghulhas near Witsand is mentally the toughest.
“There is nothing on the beach. It is 70 km of nothing really!”
For Stefan, however, Cape Hangklip was the pinnacle of perseverance.
Once the ocean settled down there, the final stretch of the race was a little more bearable.
Since every second counted and the two could not switch off even for a moment, time seemed to drag.
Their muscles and bones were shaken and shimmied into mash, but their determination and adrenalin ensured the final push proceeded without a hitch.
Suddenly it was all over.
They reached the shore and were crowned the overall winners with a time of nine hours and 51 minutes.
“We were in a different class, and the modified class, which is faster than ours, always win the overall.”
This victory will taste sweeter than any of their previous ones, of which there are many.
The 41-year-old Stefan has been World Champion on three occasions and has never looked back in regret for choosing the sport in 1998.
“Having grown up in Melkbosstrand, surfing was always a great love of mine. Then I saw these boats that can actually race inside the surf line and was drawn to it. I’m just basically looking for any excuse to get into the ocean.”
Hours in the gym to strengthen his core muscles, arms and back has paid off many times, and it is clear that Stefan is a long way from hanging up his power boating boots.
The friendly rivalry between him and northern suburbs’ Wimpie Ackermann, as well as his insatiable desire to master the waves, will keep him pushing the limits.



The penguin stood forlornly in the shallow surf and stared at the water washing rhythmically over his feet.
“So this is it,” he thought to himself.
His short life would come to an end on this beach.
He turned around, barely able to keep his balance, and looked at Robben Island dipping below the waves on the horizon.
His parents left him to fend for himself too early.
Behind him people started gathering in numbers, perhaps to join in the funeral march of a penguin.
For a moment his heart beat faster and the urge to flee gripped him.
He of course didn’t know that he was standing on the shore of Melkbosstrand and that someone would soon rescue him from certain death.
Regardless, he is a penguin, and during the brief period his parents looked after him they explicitly told him to be wary of humans.
The fledgling, who has been christened Happy Feet by one of the onlookers and local community police forum chairman John Taylor, was just hours away from dying of starvation.
Happy Feet will one day tell his children about the time when Melkbosstrand Private School teacher Liezl Bestbier lovingly took him from Melkbosstrand to Table View’s Southern African Foundation for the Conservation of Coastal Birds (Sanccob).
But late on Saturday afternoon, he was scared.
About 10 people were looking at him trapped between the beach and the wide ocean.
“How did it come to this? Dad? Mom? Where are you?” whimpered the penguin.
And then, during his darkest moment, he saw someone jogging towards the group of uncertain onlookers.
The self-assured woman, who would temporarily become like a mother to him, talked briefly to the onlookers and then slowly moved towards Happy Feet.
She had a welcoming look in her warm eyes.
Bestbier held out her hand, picked up Happy Feet and then tenderly wrapped him in a towel.
Days later, Bestbier told TygerBurger she has rescued birds before, but never a penguin.
“I knew that if a penguin stands there and just looks and blinks at you then there is no fight left in it,” says Bestbier.
“The people there said they phoned Sanccob, but that there was doubt whether the organisation could come and collect the penguin, so I decided to take him there myself.”
Happy Feet was then carried to Bestbier’s house, every now and again peeking at the busy world through the towel.
He saw others staring curiously at Bestbier and him and then before he knew it he was placed in a box and put in a bigger box.
He might later have deduced that the bigger box was a car. Then again, maybe penguins are lucky enough not to complicate their lives with deductive logic.
The drive to Sanccob was quite awkward for a bird notorious for awkwardness.
During the trip the penguin’s name might just as well have been Flappy Feet.
Once the two arrived in Table View he was immediately taken in, weighed, and thoroughly embraced.
“He weighed just one kilogram, which is much lighter than a bird his age should weigh,” says Bestbier.
“I was told by Sanccob that the chick season and the moulting season of the parents are overlapping now because of global warming and human interference. The adults fatten themselves up, but then there’s nobody looking out for the chicks.”
Going to sea is then the most hazardous time of a fledgling’s life and only about half of them who go out for the first time ever return home.
Sanccob’s development and marketing coordinator, Francois Louw, says it is quite common during chick season for them to come to the rescue of starving and dehydrated penguins.
He continues: “The penguin was very undernourished, but he was very strong nonetheless. We suspect he was abandoned by his parents. During this three week process when the parents replace their plumage with a brand new set of waterproof feathers, they are unable to hunt for fish and feed their young. The chicks that are not yet ready to fledge are abandoned and face starvation.”
Happy Feet will show the world that he can survive without the help of his parents.
He will take to the sea as if his oyster, completely reinvigorated by the caring Bestbier and Sanccob.
One day he will have chicks of his own and he will tell them of the wide world out there and about his brush with death.
There are people out there who can be trusted, he will tell them, and then when they are big enough to feed themselves, he will leave.
Right now, he is sure he will keep an eye on them from a distance.
Happy Feet’s chicks will never be completely alone.
“A week from now, perhaps even a few years, I will think of the penguin I saved,” says Bestbier.
“I hope I made a difference.”

Dogs spread joy



Your car’s air-conditioner has packed up in backed up traffic and a taxi has just cut you off.
There are a hundred reasons to stress.
As you stop at a traffic light a homeless beggar asks for money and another wants to wash your windscreen.
Behind them you see a grey-haired man with two golden retrievers, each holding a flag with the words “Smile more” and “Don’t worry, be happy”.
It dawns on you that there are a thousand reasons to smile.
The unexpected sight of seeing two dogs carrying flags around, and a man who only asks of you to smile makes your day.
If “making someone’s day” was a postgraduate subject then Frits Jan Buter (67) would be a professor at the University of Goodwill.
Introducing him seems almost pointless, since everyone either knows him or knows of him.
This hero from Table View has been on eTV, kykNET and even an advertisement for the Johannesburg municipality, mostly for his unselfish desire to make strangers smile.
Sometimes all that is needed to banish the blues is to see his dogs sitting next to the road, with flags flapping in the wind.
For the slightly more despondent motorists, Frits has to ask his eight-year-old dog Zoei to pick up garbage from the sidewalk and drop it into a dustbin.
That’s right – his dog actually picks it up and disposes of it in a dustbin!
If this astounding feat doesn’t make you smile then it means you are completely crestfallen.
That’s when Frits bring out the big guns.
He looks at his dog and says: “OK Zoei! What is one and one?”
Zoey barks twice.
“What is two and one?”
Zoey barks three times.
Can you ignore a mathematically inclined dog who keeps the street clean while urging you to be cheerful?
TygerBurger interviewed Frits last week to hear why he stands next to the road at least three times a week.
It turns out the adjective to describe his reason hasn’t been invented yet.
For now the hyphenated description “selfish-unselfish” will have to do.
“I do it because it makes me happy to make other people happy,” he says.
“Zoei and the 2-year-old Coco can also feel when others are happy, which they enjoy tremendously!”
Frits first came up with the idea when he was walking next to the road and saw people frowning and others hitting their steering wheels in frustration at the traffic.
“When they saw my dogs, the mood of a few just lifted, so I thought to use this reaction to create some optimism. We read so many negative things, so there is certainly a need.” One act of friendliness leads to another, says the bringer of smiles.
“Next time you see a taxi driver, smile and wave at him and see how his face lights up,” he continues. Frits had about 10 flags made with messages such as “Be wary of our cyclists” and “Prevent road rage”.
He even has one reading “Love South Africa and love the Stormers”!
“I have received so many messages from people who have told me we made their day. This is all the motivation I need,” concludes Frits cheerfully. Coco isn’t quite as obedient as Zoei, but neither will ever run off or drop a flag. After trudging the roads three to four times a week and sowing the seeds of benevolence, Frits, Zoei and Coco return to their home, lean on the balcony and appreciate the beauty of Table Mountain.
For these heroes it is all in a good day’s work. They made a difference.

Nowhere left to go



The stench of human waste and rotting garbage hangs heavily in the heat.
With flies buzzing lazily around faeces, children use an empty beer crate as a makeshift car just a couple of meters away.
Years of refuse is scattered around the tiny community of illegal dwellers, who live just a few hundred meters away from Happy Valley in Blouberg Dunes.
Sporadic pockets of human settlements are well hidden in the lush vegetation on national department of public works (DPW) land.
Just over a kilometre to the west and to the south, people sit in comfortable houses, completely oblivious to the human plight on their doorstep.
TygerBurger and sector 1 community police forum chairperson Barrie Jarrett visited one of these dwellings last week, and the undeniable fact is that the humanitarian situation in what is known as Tokkietown, is dire.
The tiny community of about 20 people named the informal settlement Tokkietown, apparently a reference to the drug tik. One of the squatters claim his family have been living there for two years.
According to Jarrett, the residents recently received eviction notices from DPW.
If this is true, it leaves their future as dull as the colours of the faded Democratic Alliance election poster used to stop a wall from leaking.
According to the latest information, DPW believe they have already been removed from the land, the department of social development can only help in terms of connecting dwellers with family members, and the city can only provide interim relief for victims of fire or flooding.
Talks that DPW is in the process of transferring the huge tract of land (Erf 1117) to the city is apparently not true.
Siyabulela Mamkeli, the mayco member for human settlements, says the city is not involved in matters relating to this land.
“Should DPW require the occupants to vacate the land, it will be their responsibility to obtain a court order, normally carried out by the sheriff of the court, and to provide alternative accommodation for those affected, if the nature of the order requires this.”
At the time of writing, DPW had more than 100 hours to answer the eight questions asked by TygerBurger and in the process missed two of this newspaper’s deadlines.
Despite receiving the questions midday on Thursday, they only started giving attention to them on Tuesday morning, more than 10 hours after the first deadline.
The only information coming from DPW at the time of going to print was that the people living in the informal settlement were removed “a long time ago”, so according to them there is no Tokkietown.
DPW therefore “only now concern themselves with Happy Valley”.
Sihle Ngobese, spokesperson for Western Cape minister of social development, Albert Fritz, says they have contact with this group of residents after they were invited in July by the Concerned Residents of Blouberg (CROB) group.
“After an assessment of the situation by our social workers, the team embarked on a door-to-door exercise to reach out to the residents of the informal dwelling, and offered services to those who had expressed the desire for assistance.
“The key services sought were in assisting many of the residents to reconnect with family and relatives, and to verify if any child protection services were required. The department prioritised rendering assistance to the children who were found at this site,” said Ngobese.
To this effect, 11 families were assessed on 15 July and they were apparently all found to have family in Atlantis and reported they came to Happy Valley so they could be closer to job opportunities.
“Among the 11 families, only two families were found to be living with their children. Social workers from the department, with assistance from the local councillor, assisted in relocating the children from the two families to Atlantis,” he said.
If the children were relocated, then they must have returned to Tokkietown to live in squalor.
According to Ngobese, the team of social workers returned for a follow-up visit on 5 November (surprisingly on the very same day TygerBurger was there).
Humanitarian responseNgobese says they will remain in contact with the dwellers through their Metro North regional office and be available if any further assistance is needed.
“Who will help us?” asks one of the residents.
They have been approached by many different departments, councillors and members of the community, but their disconsolate cries for help remain unanswered.
Jarrett visits the dwellers regularly in his Community Policing Forum and private capacities.
On the one hand he responds to the objections from the residents in sector 1 and helps safeguard them against crime that seemingly originates from Tokkietown on Erf 1117, and on the other hand he hears the children cries and does what he can from a humanitarian perspective.
“Whose responsibility is it to care for them?” asks Jarrett.
“Who will find them alternative accommodation? What is to become of the children? It simply cannot go on like this,” he concludes.


Will clearing vegetation have an impact on vagrants occupying land illegally?
According to Sector 1 community police forum chairperson and exco member of Table View Ratepayers Association, Barrie Jarrett, clearing vegetation is bound to have a positive outcome.
Approximately 10 groups of people, who Jarrett describes as extremely aggressive, live next to Short Street in Link Road near St Chads Anglican Church.
They have apparently verbally abused Jarrett and passers-by on numerous occasions, abuse drugs and have contributed to the degradation of the area.
To make matters worse, the tiny stretch of land that they occupy is next to a school, and according to Jarrett the children must “watch the vagrants defecate” next to the overgrown bushes.
He has approached the City of Cape Town to clear the vegetation, but his solution was met with doubt.
Pat Titmuss, the regional manager of Environmental Resource Management Department, says “the obliteration of vegetation will not solve the social problem of vagrants in the area”.
One of her colleagues, Morton Arries, adds: “The emphasis must be on the root of these problems which is social in nature. From past experience in cases where the vegetation was indeed removed the drug problems and vagrants issues actually escalated.”
Jarrett replies by insisting that the removal of bushes and erecting fencing does indeed prevent vagrants and drug addicts from occupying land.
“We had a problem near the West Coast Family Church where a few displaced people occupied the land,” he tells TygerBurger.
“We had the fence extended, all the vegetation was cut back and we erected a no illegal dumping sign. If you go there now you will see the massive transformation.”
He adds that he has heard many stories of people being harassed by those living near St Chad’s.
The crime rate has apparently gone up during the six or seven months the vagrants have been living there.
One anonymous member of the public says that each week the situation appears to be spiralling further out of control.
“The area is filthy! There is even a rat infestation in the area,” he says.
Jarrett is doing his best to get authorities to erect a fence and, in particular, remove the vegetation, which acts as shelter and a make shift “washing line”.
“If this is indigenous or endangered vegetation then someone needs to urgently get these vagrants off the land. If not, then the next best thing is to remove the vegetation,” he concludes.


“Sometimes,” says Winnie the Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”
This delightful quote by AA Milne goes a long way in explaining what transpired at Eden on the Bay on Tuesday afternoon.
The smallest things, in this case, were Cape Starling chicks who were temporarily separated from their parents.
Workers closed up two entrances that lead to a roof where two pairs of Cape Starlings decided to build their homes.
Needless to say, the parents were furious when they returned from foraging for their young and could not gain access.
According to one bystander the frantic birds tried to attack the workers who were tasked with closing off the entrances.
The birds were not the only ones to be affected by the loud cries of the chicks trapped inside.
Before the day was out a number of phone calls were made to a flock of people and someone had to drive 25 km from Athlone to Bloubergstrand to check on the birds.
One of the tenants, Paul Moore, was most upset.
He phoned centre management, the body corporate, TygerBurger and the SPCA.
“I am generally not an over-sensitive person, but I am someone who lives by principles, and this is shocking. We live in a world where death and destruction is rife, and if I can do something for those who cannot speak up, then I will,” exclaims Moore.
“I commend him for pointing out the wrong that they (the workers) were about to do,” says estate manager of Eden on the Bay, Kelvin King.
“But I cannot help believing that if Paul had handled the situation in a more calm and pragmatic way, with the right persons, we would have stopped this ourselves without all the unnecessary unpleasantness.”
Everyone, but one anonymous landscaper and the workers, seemed to agree that the chicks should be saved.
The landscaper apparently recommended that the nests be “flushed out”.
The workers, who were supposed to remove the nests before they closed the entrances with wire, apparently found it a little too difficult to remove one of the nests and closed them up regardless.
Moore’s complaints led to King ordering the workers to open one of the entrances again, which will now stay open until the young have left the nest on their own accord.
King says the reason the holes had to be closed up in the first place was due to a number of complaints from owners and tenants about the noise, the mess and in two instances an infestation of bird lice in the apartments, caused by the Starlings.
The one nest that was indeed removed were left briefly next to a bakkie that would have been used to transport the chicks, but the driver, Siyabonga Koti, said that the “mommy and daddy” were there one moment, and the next the two young chicks, as well as the parents, were nowhere to be seen.
Koti’s assumption that the mom and dad picked up the young and took them somewhere safe, has been debunked by an ornithologist.
What precisely happened will remain a mystery for now.
The Cape of Good Hope SPCA confirmed that an inspector was sent to the scene after Moore’s complaints, and ensured that one of the entrances was left open for the young to leave when they are ready.
Spokesperson Wanika Davids says that the inspector found that the mesh wire had already been removed.
“We have subsequently offered our assistance to the body corporate, from a humane point of view, when commencement of blocking up the holes continues. We understand the situation and the need to block up the ceiling, but need to ensure that the birds are humanely removed,” she concluded.


Sometimes we reporters can put our foot in it.
Like when I went to cover Cupcakes 4 Kids with Cancer giving a present to 17-year-old Robyn van Rooyen for her birthday on Saturday.
The box with pink wrapping paper was under the table when I arrived at Mug & Bean in Canal Walk to interview Robyn and take a photo.
“Right, before we start maybe we can take a photo of Robyn with her brand new laptop,” I blurted out thoughtlessly.
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” exclaimed Cupcakes 4 Kids with Cancer volunteer Elri Mienie.
But Robyn’s eyes nonetheless lit up at the sight of the laptop and lifted the mood at the table.
The remarkable girl from Atlantis laughed wholeheartedly at the misunderstanding and everyone followed her lead. She meticulously opened her present despite my faux pas, while everyone looked on.
Robyn is a two-time cancer survivor who has beat a disease that has flattened men five times her size.
Her fight against death has seen her blossom into a radiant, wise young woman.
“I would like to tell every cancer patient out there that we shouldn’t be afraid of cancer or think that it’s a death sentence. God only picks his strongest warriors to fight his toughest battles, so I’m actually honoured to have had cancer! I get to be an inspiration to other people out there who are fighting it right at this moment,” she said confidently.
“It’s awesome to see the smiles on my parents’ faces. That’s my goal in life – to see them smile.”
It quickly becomes clear that her attitude leaves a legion of smiles in her wake.
So it is just right to do something for her as well, which is why Cupcakes 4 Kids with Cancer thought they should give Robyn a choice of three presents for her recent birthday.
“I asked for either a laptop, to go on a shopping spree, or a piano,” she said.
Robyn loves writing songs, and she has even released a single on CD, which she hopes is the start to a career as a composer.
“The song’s name is ‘Thank You’ and is dedicated to all the people who have supported me during my fight.”
“Without the support of everyone I don’t think I would have been able to survive cancer twice now,” she said.
The laptop will help the grade 11 girl to catch up with her school work.
She was in hospital for the year of 2012 during her first bout with bone cancer, in and out of hospital last year, and this year she fought the second battle.
Robyn last week finished her last chemo session and is “on the road to recovery”.
Elri says she is very happy to be part of an organisation that has helped Robyn.
They also gave Robyn a R500 Canal Walk gift voucher for her birthday.
Cupcakes of Hope, which helps cancer patients of all ages, has a main fund-raising event on 27 September at 55 malls across South Africa.
It has been billed as “the sweetest way to save a life”.
The funds raised so far have helped over 250 patients by paying for medical or day-to-day living expenses. Cupcakes of Hope has also donated to 15 other charities.


Plucked from icy ocean



A fleeting glimpse of a silhouette on the cold, dark waters of the Atlantic might have been all that stood between life and death for Scheepers Schoeman (37) from Flamingo Vlei.
Were it not for the lucky sighting by a National Sea Rescue Institute (NSRI) volunteer, Schoeman might very well have died last week Thursday evening.
He fell off his surfski in rough waters while he was paddling from Milnerton to Big Bay, and when he was finally rescued, was rushed to hospital.
One person said when Schoeman eventually reached the care of awaiting paramedics at Small Bay, his body temperature had dropped to 31 degrees Celsius.
The exhausted surfskier was in a stable, but serious condition and spent the night in hospital, but the next morning he was discharged and is now recovering at home.
He recalls that one of the most persistent thoughts he had while he was struggling in vain to get back onto his surfski, was how there were surely much better ways to spend a Thursday evening.
“It was bloody cold, I can tell you that!”
Schoeman shared his harrowing tale with TygerBurger this week.

The south-easterly was gusting at about 35 knots, but this is generally favourable for surfskiers, who depend on a wind from the back for speed.
A surfski is a long, narrow, lightweight kayak with an open (sit-on-top) cockpit, usually with a foot pedal controlled rudder.
The route from Milnerton to Big Bay is regularly paddled by fellow adventure-seekers.
Schoeman and his friends usually take about 45 minutes to complete the route, but this time destiny had other plans for him.
“Halfway to Big Bay, at Dolphin Beach, which is also the stage of the route where you are probably the furthest from the coast, something hit me from the side and I fell off.”
Unfortunately for him his buddies were just in front of him and never saw that he fell off and was struggling to get back on.
“Every time I got back on the ski, just before I got my balance to put my feet into the footwell, I fell off again… I must have struggled for 20 to 25 minutes.”
That was when he realised that this “simply wasn’t going to happen”.
“I was quickly tiring in the cold water and the other two guys were not coming back. I took out my phone, which was in a waterproof bag, and phoned the NSRI,” he says.


It was only when the intoxicated man stomped towards him while waving an accusatory finger that Garth Lezard (40) felt the oppressing heat of Mozambique.
Here he was, completely exposed to the elements in a rural part of a foreign country. All he had with him was his bicycle, scanty belongings and the camera he just used to take a portrait of a woman and child.
The advancing threat of an inebriated local made him realise he was in God’s hands.
As soon as the man reached for his camera, Garth took out a lighter and dangled it in front of him, saying: “Here we go! I believe you are looking for a lighter!”
A moment of hesitation from the man gave Garth enough time to jump on his bicycle and flee the scene.
While he was riding away he wondered why on earth he was pedalling around the world, taking photos and raising awareness for good causes.
The answer? “I do this to raise awareness and funds for Cheshire Homes. It gives me the confidence to court the media, to speak about what I’m doing. If it was just about the cycling I would have stopped a long time ago,” he told TygerBurger during his visit to Eric Miles Cheshire Home in Milnerton.
As for the dangers of crossing borders and momentarily distracting drunken locals, he said there is an element of danger in every moment of life.
“All you have to do is realise this and get out of difficult situations as soon as possible. The secret is to persevere. I also firmly believe in one’s relationship with the Holy Spirit. That will keep you calm and give you the realisation you might have to go through something difficult to achieve good.”
For every lowlight he encounters, however, there are 100 highlights.
“The biggest one happened in Surinam, a remote place in the Amazon. I was on the road, about two days from the main city. While I was cycling a car pulled over and someone got out. I told him my story and at that point Surinam was about the 15th country I had visited on my round the world trip. I shared my story with everyone who came within my vicinity. By chance this guy was a reporter from a local paper in the capital city (Paramaribo). I was on the front page and he got me on television. It was from that point that I realised I could make something more from this story than just putting my head down and cycling. It was a catalyst for me.”
He has already been around the world four times, the first time from 1997 – 2000 as a surfer.
Then his passion for photo journalism took him around the world twice, from cowboy festivals in Argentina to cage fighting in Russia.
Part of his current global cycling tour involves going from one Super Rugby team stadium to the next.
“I share my journey and the charity, take photos with the players and do a little video interview with them. I will edit it all together in a documentary. I did all the New Zealand and Australian teams, and that is what brought me to Cape Town this time.”
The photo journalism and rugby take a back seat to his greater purpose though.
“After a round the world trip I explored a number of social problems I could get involved in. While visiting family in Lusaka, I heard that my cousin used to volunteer at a children’s Cheshire home and I joined her one day. There I heard about Cheshire Homes all over the world. I have now been to more than 20 Cheshire homes on six continents. They were my natural choice of charity to raise awareness for.”



When you hear the word “mixology”, an image of Getafix the Druid, methodically adding ingredients to his cauldron, irresistably pops into on’s head.
The beloved Asterix character famous for his magic potion that gives people extraordinary strength has a great deal in common with Brent Perremore. Like Getafix, Brent is famous for fixing a drink that that gives people a spring in their step.
He recently wowed the judges at the national finals of a mixology contest, next having the chance to represent South Africa in Scotland. The Diageo Reserve bartender competition is widely regarded as the biggest mixologist competition in the world.
Brent’s mother and Phoenix resident,
Esther Perremore says “An ordinary barman job has become an art form. Children should learn that even if they are a street sweeper then they should be the best street sweeper they can be!”
Brent currently works at the Orphanage Cocktail Emporium in the City Bowl and this will be the second time he represents his country, the first being in Rio de Janeiro in 2012.
“I like trying new cocktails all the time,” says Brent.
“Sometimes the ideas come to me in the strangest of times. In 2012 I dreamed about a cocktail that won the national finals! It was a really strange concoction with gin, dry vermouth, a red onion and thyme colis, and a bacon cream foam on top and served with crispy bacon,” he continues.
The drink that will now see him mixing with men in kilts is called the Gift of Persia (a cocktail smoked in a decanter, served in a chilled glass, and consisting of Ron Zacapa, dry Vermouth, date syrup, naartjie and cardamom).
What sets Brent apart from his peers is his food technology experience, since infusing food or fruit into cocktails is just as important as the drink itself.
A crackerjack mixologist, indeed!
“People can call me a mixologist, but I prefer the term craft bartender, because it is an age-old craft that is gaining popularity once more.”
A crackerjack craft bartender, indeed!
Even though Brent likes experimenting with new flavours, his “old favourite” is a Negroni.
He demonstrates his knowledge of the classics… “It is an old Italian cocktail invented in the early twentieth century in Florence. It’s basically sweet red vermouth, Campari and gin served on the rocks with a twist of orange. It’s beneficial to have a good background on the classics.”
His least favourite is the “nothing-more-than-a-slush-puppy” strawberry daiquiri.
When asked what advice he has for youngsters who dream of becoming craft bartenders, he says: “I work four 15 hour shifts a week, so it is not an easy job! There are a lot of rewards though.
It is a viable career option. People look at bartending as just an interim job, but no-one really though it could be an actual career. A wonderful career!”



The single darts world record has officially been obliterated in Parklands this weekend – and that’s no bull!
Benjamin van der Merwe (44) and Alwyn Burger (58) duked it out for an unbelievable 60 hours, almost 10 hours longer than the previous record.
Just to put it in perspective, while they were playing, 972 000 people were born and 450 000 tons of chicken eggs were laid.
Some people struggle to stay awake for 24 hours, never mind walking up and down from the throwing line to the board for days and nights.
The two affiliated members of the Western Province Darts Association started on Friday at 06:00 and threw the last dart on Sunday at 18:00.
Parklands’s Burger beat Table View’s Van der Merwe 199 games to 48, playing the darts games known as 501.
According to the venue owner, Karma Bistro’s Marius Wiese, more than 200 people watched the two at one time or another over the weekend.
There were also two officials from the Western Province Darts Association present at any given time to witness and verify the event.
When TygerBurger arrived for the final stretch we were surprised to see how relatively refreshed the two players seemed. The two could rest five minutes for every hour played.
And quite astonishingly, they were still hitting their doubles, trips, bulls, turkeys, top bananas, lipsticks and baby tons (memorising dart terminology would also take approximately 60 hours for laymen).
When Burger was asked if he ever started hallucinating due to fatigue, he laughed.
“That dart board eventually looked terribly big! And a big, black circle surrounded it,” he explains.
What makes Burger’s effort even more remarkable is that he has a prosthetic leg. There were times when his swollen foot protested, but nothing could derail him.
Van der Merwe was just as determined not to give up, even when, at one stage, he couldn’t figure out what he was doing with darts in his hands.
“This morning was a bit difficult. I stood in front of the board and wasn’t sure what I was doing… I couldn’t understand the game… I just totally blanked out,” says van der Merwe, who wears a back brace.
It was his idea to attempt this world record and almost everyone thought it was a crazy idea from the beginning.
His wife Mornette, who slept about six hours between Friday morning and Sunday afternoon, initially thought it was one of her husband’s more stupid ideas.
Burger’s wife Sonet was sure the two were raving mad.
Both of them have since come to the conclusion that their determined husbands deserve all the praise they can get.
According to Wiese, one shouldn’t be fooled by the “refreshed” demeanour the two darts players sported Sunday afternoon.
“This morning at about 04:00 I could see they were really struggling. Someone had to do the scoring for them, because they couldn’t do the math anymore,” he chuckles.
Wiese recorded the whole 60-hour session on CCTV cameras and will be sending the footage to England where the new record will officially be publicised.
Van der Merwe throws a triple 20, which normally brings a smile on the face of any player, but there’s just a blank stare.
Another triple 20, that same blank stare, and he eventually wins the game.
He makes it look easy, and winning a game seems run-of-the-mill to him, which is surprising because he’s “only” won 48.
So why did the two doing this?
“We want to create awareness for darts in the province,” states Burger.
“Very few people choose darts as a sport. They see it more as a pub game. There is so much more to darts than just socialising! Parents should teach their children to play this beautiful sport. By doing this we hope to promote it among all the children in the province,” concludes Burger.


Maggie Ward, at 67-years-old, might never again be able to read the Bible to her dogs.
Maggie lost her home and her dignity when she was evicted on Friday last week, but what concerned her most when TygerBurger spoke to her a few days later, was the loss of her “children”.
She was inconsolable when the newspaper phoned her this week Monday.
“The Animal Anti-Cruelty League (AACL) in Epping came to take my animals away yesterday,” she sobs.
“I’m not in a good place at the moment… They took my children because I lost my ­home… They are all rescues. They sent them away…”
Maggie has had to endure one of the most difficult weekends one can imagine.
Ever since she was evicted from the ­auctioned house in Parklands, she has had to sit on the sidewalk with all her belongings and find a place where she could live temporarily, while leaving her traumatised dogs in a garage.
While the new house owners unpacked their belongings, the pensioner has had to sleep in her car.
“It is very dangerous and very scary. I got a room in Flamingo Vlei, but I won’t be able to afford it. It costs R750 a week! At this moment I am just too shattered and emotional.”
On the day she was evicted a few heroes and heroines showed their support, which meant the world to Maggie.
A member of the police and a law enforcement officer helped her pack up her belongings in boxes and could even be counted on to give her emotional support.
Maggie also used the shoulder of ­Parklands Neighbourhood Watch’s Jenny White to cry on for much of the day.
“They all helped me, but I was too far ­gone. I was in a daze,” she says.
“I lived in that house for eight years and made my peace with God that this would be my last move ever. This was supposed to be the place where I spent the rest of my life. I sat out there and just thought: ‘What now God? What? Where now God?’”
After such a tumultuous and anxious ­time, the final straw seemed to be when her dogs were taken from her.
“The people at Epping told me they will find a good home for my dogs, or even give them back to me if I can find adequate accommodation.
“I asked so many people to foster my dogs for a while, but no one could help. Someone was very nasty and informed the AACL. “My dogs are my family. They’ve been with me for 10 or 12 years. In my sadness and in my loneliness, they have been there for me. I would never harm them. I would die for them.”
While the dogs were kept in the garage, Maggie sat with them till late at night and read the Bible to them as she did so often before.
She has a list of people that she prays for on a daily basis.
Maggie now hopes many people out there also pray for her in her hour of desperate need.


From now on Maggie Ward (67) will be keeping an eye on her beloved dogs from heaven.
In a tragic conclusion to a remarkable life, Maggie passed away last week Thursday on the couch of a friend.
She was evicted from her Parklands home at the beginning of October this year and has, since then, mostly lived in her car.
Her heartfelt story was published in TygerBurger and it was clear her dogs meant the world to her.
Maggie’s “friends” were taken away from her when it was discovered that she no longer had a place to stay.
Maggie crept into readers’ hearts when it was revealed that she was dismayed about the possibility of never again reading the Bible to her dogs.
After her eviction, her favourite dog Cheeky was a constant companion.
He protected her while she looked after him, but could not protect her from death.
Table View police spokesperson, Warrant Officer Daphne O’Reilly, said they have opened an inquest docket, and at the time of going to print they’re still waiting on the results of the autopsy.
No foul-play is suspected by the police.
Maggie’s death has left her friends and family distraught.
One of Maggie’s friends, and fellow dog-lover Cheryl-lyn Potgieter, remembers how Maggie once came to her house and burst into tears when she saw the dogs Cheryl-lyn was looking after at that stage.
One was blind and another only had three legs. “It was apparently too traumatic for her to see all these happy dogs,” says Cheryl-lyn.
 “Her financial situation was dire, but a lot of us helped where we could. She slept in her car at Merlot Centre.”
According to her, Maggie always knew she would “take care of her dogs” if something had to happen.
Cheryl-lyn did just this, and she reports that besides a new home for Cheeky, the other dogs are doing well thanks to Fallen Angels.
They are now happily running around on a vast piece of land.
Her son and radio personality, Ian Ward, could not be reached for comment.
News of Maggie’s passing received touching responses on the Table View Neighbours Facebook page.
She was known for her beautiful voice, so none of the dedications were so apt as the one in which a resident of Table View wrote: “You can sing with the angels now.”
Maggie’s funeral will be held on Friday 19 December at the Church on the Rise Blouberg.
The church is in Porterfield Road.



The well-known petrol attendant at the BP Sandown Service Centre who always had a smile for every customer, Charles Rambai Kashiri, was killed just two days before his baby boy was born.
While he was walking to work on Saturday morning at about 07:00, a BMW and a motorcycle collided on the corner of Sandown Road and the R27.
The bike was flung into the air and hit 38-year-old Kashiri, who died in hospital later that day.
Table View Police are investigating a case of culpable homicide after both Kashiri and the motorcyclist, Zithobile Sigidi, died in the crash.
“It is alleged the driver of the BMW turned in front of the motorcycle, which then collided with the BMW. The motorcycle was tossed in the air and fell on the second victim,” says spokesperson for Table View Police, W/O Daphne O’Reilly.
The other petrol attendants at the BP service centre apparently burst into tears when they saw the motionless Kashiri.
Management at the service centre thought it was apt to place a sign in the window informing the public that the “smiling petrol attendant” had died and that he leaves behind a heavily pregnant wife.
They gave customers the opportunity to to donate items or money to Kashiri’s wife, who gave birth to a baby boy on Monday morning.
According to BP Sandown owner Melanie Govender, they were overwhelmed with donations ranging from nappies and food to money and clothing.
This will all be sent to Kashiri’s grieving wife and newborn son.
He worked for the service station for close to five years and has become famous for his friendliness.
“Their support is absolutely amazing. We would like to thank each and every person who helped,” she adds.
News that Kashiri died just days before his wife expected their only child rocked the wider community.
Kashiri’s employers relayed information about the birth on Monday via social media.
A Table View Neighbourhood Watch member posted the news on the watch’s Facebook page and a day later over 300 people “liked” the post.
The accident itself was also shared on the page.
So when members were told that the baby and mother were healthy, many saw it as a silver lining around the tragic deaths.
One wrote that while the circumstances are tragic, every birth should be celebrated.
She shared the sentiments of most when she wrote: “Wishing the family all the best for the future”.
Sigidi, who was renowned for his passion for motorcycles, worked as a senior inspector at Koeberg Nuclear Power Station.




The year-end office party for Century City’s Global Kinetic was already special, even before the managing director swung upside down from a hanging bar.
For three-and-a-half minutes, Martin Dippenaar lived his childhood dream to be a trapeze artist.
The 300-strong audience, which included employers and clients, gulped when he did the fall back catch-with-feet trick and gasped when he did the high birds nest.
This 49-year-old man showed everyone present that it is never too late to follow your dreams.
He also showed them that 24 hours of practise on a hanging bar, stretched over two months, is a sure way to lose nine kilograms in weight and gaining even more respect from one’s employees.
Whether he has now set the standard for other bosses to follow is debatable, but he has certainly set the bar high for Global Kinetic’s next year-end office party!
This story is, however, so much more than just someone from a company wowing his employees.
“My message is that it is never too late to do something you always wanted to. Many of us have lost our childhood dreams, but there is still time to pursue those! Maybe you never got the opportunity or maybe it just drifted away from you, but these are not lost as long as you put your mind to it,” he says.
As a child, Dippenaar saw the regular performances of trapeze artists on television and dreamed of being one himself.
Finally, after about 40 years, he has managed to do just that.
 He swung like a motivated madman from a hanging bar three to four meters in the air (without a net) and came a full circle.
Dippenaar achieved what many didn’t think possible.
“It was exhausting, but exhilarating,” he said.
He was full of praise for his trainers at the non-profit organisation, Zip Zap, and what the NPO achieved.
Brent van Rensburg, co-founder and artistic director of Zip Zap says: “At first we suggested something easy but Martin was determined to be in the air and learn technical skills, so we began with intense trapeze training sessions. At Zip Zap our motto is ‘dare to dream’ and that is exactly what Martin did. From struggling to hold his own weight when he began two months ago, he resolved to put fears of failure aside and become the trapeze artist he had dreamed about. His performance was exceptional.”
Dippenaar says Zip Zap take kids who have no hope, are homeless or come from broken homes, and teach them circus tricks and discipline.
“They don’t charge people for training and they are not subsidised, so they depend mostly on providing circus entertainment at private functions and public events. Brent and his wife are the most incredible people you will ever meet. Their generosity is amazing,” exclaimed Dippenaar.
So will Dippenaar jump out of an aeroplane next year?
Or maybe swim with sharks, or put his head in the mouth of a lion?
Only time will tell.
He has no inkling yet.


“The allegations of inaction and general lacklustre response from Table View police officers are taken very seriously by MEC of community safety, Dan Plato, as it points to gross irregularity, is highly unprofessional and borders serious misconduct.”
These words by Plato’s spokesperson, Ewald Botha emphasise the severity of the matter that allegedly transpired at Table View police station on Sunday night.
It is claimed that six officers “stood by and just watched” as one man assaulted another behind the counter at the charge office.
Station commander Col Dirk Vosloo said at the time of going to print that the incident is being investigated and that he cannot comment further regarding the allegations.
Eye-witness Schulla Pronk said it was one of “the most bizarre evenings” of her life.
She claims a man, his fiance and her sister were allegedly assaulted by two people while the three, together with a two-year-old child, were seeking refuge at the local police station.
The alleged fiasco started earlier that evening while Pronk was driving.
“I saw a man being dragged on the driver’s side alongside a Yaris all the way from Gie Road down Koeberg Road towards Potsdam Road. He was hanging on to an open window, his feet touching the road every now and again. The car drove quite fast, but one time while it was going slower the man who was hanging on to it lost his grip and nearly rolled in front of my car. I saw that he wasn’t injured and followed the car to Milnerton police station. There the occupants (a man, his fiance, a women and a child) wanted to lay a charge against the other man, but they were told to go to Table View police station, since the incident originated from that area,” explains Pronk.
She says the occupants were clearly in shock and were scared to drive back the way they came. Pronk says their pleas for a police escort fell on deaf ears, so she decided to escort them.
 Once there Pronk heard that the man who hung onto the vehicle had brought the child back home and became irate when the child called another man “daddy”.
He apparently clung onto the car window while the occupants tried to flee.
While they were waiting to be helped, one of the complainants saw the vehicle belonging to the man who tried to assault them pull into a parking bay at the station, says Pronk.
“The man (in the police station) was terrified. He ran to two officers sitting in a vehicle and begged them to help him, but they refused. He then ran into the station, all the way to the back of the charge office desk. The other man, who reeked of alcohol, was accompanied by his sister. They barged into the station, shouted at the three and proceeded to assault them!
“The man followed the other towards the back of the counter, punched him, and smashed him against the glass. I found it very strange that at no time did the six officers who were there try prevent any of this fighting. The man’s sister also attacked the other two women, but my attention was on the two men behind the counter.”
After the chaos settled, Pronk said an officer escorted the man and his sister to their vehicle and allowed them to drive off.
Pronk pointed out to the officer afterwards that the two were clearly inebriated, but she was ignored.
Vosloo said both men opened assault cases against the other.
The Table View Community Police Forum is apparently leaning on the police to fast-track the investigation.
Pressure will also come from higher powers, according to Plato’s spokesperson.
Botha said the matter has been referred to the Department of Community Safety’s Policing Complaints directorate. “Minister Plato will also be taking this specific incident up with the provincial police commissioner, Gen Arno Lamoer,” said Botha.
Pronk’s allegation that the cameras in the charge office are not working could not be verified at the time of going to print.
Pronk said she urged the three to go to the Table View police station. “I was sure they would be safe there. I’ve also always told my children if their lives are in danger they should go to the nearest police station. If one cannot be safe at a police station, where can you be safe?”



Less than three years after she tore her Achilles tendon while pulling a 15 ton Dakota aircraft, a 43-year-old woman from Table View calf-pressed 87 tons in 30 minutes.
Why would a person do such a thing? For charity of course!
“There’s so much you can do for others. You don’t need to empty out your bank account. You don’t need to lift 67 tons in 67 minutes,” says Liesl Schoonraad.
She then proceeded to lift 67 tons in 16 minutes. While she was at it Liesl pushed 20 tons more.
That’s apparently equivalent to lifting a boeing and a half.
Her superhuman effort on Mandela Day, the first of this kind of accomplishment in the world, was her way to help those less fortunate.
A gym in Khayelitsha will be richer because of Liesl and Virgin Active, which promised to donate equipment to the gym if Liesl managed this outrageous feat.

“At first I thought lifting 67 tons in such a short amount of time was impossible, but after thinking about it some more I realised my calves are pretty strong, so with more than 300 kg a rep, this would indeed be possible,” she says.
Surely this was big talk, perhaps even too big, for someone who snapped her Achilles tendon in December 2011?
“I was busy with my second pull of the aircraft when I heard this loud snap. It sounded like a cracker went off near my heel! Doctors said I will forever walk with a limp, but I didn’t listen to them. Four weeks later I was in the gym again and today, I don’t have a limp at all,” she said.
In front of a small crowd cheering her on in Virgin Active gym in Table View, she defied all the odds.
Her determination has left a lasting impression on those who are facing difficult times.
The fact that she did it on Mandela Day makes it all the more significant.
“I have so much respect for the old man. For someone who has also been through so much in his life and still always managed a smile is a big motivation to me. Why don’t we all do more for others? We get so involved in our own little lives. It doesn’t take a lot to help someone else! Go out and give the neighbourhood watch volunteers a cup of coffee! Go read stories to old people in retirement homes. Just go out and make a difference!”
The great man himself said it best: “What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.”
Liesl joined forces with Virgin Active and Guts2Glory Trust Foundation, a partnership that now sees equipment sent to Big Bones Gym in Khayelitsha.
Liesl hopes people will get off the street and rather go to gym.
She concludes: “I’m ready to do this all over again! It inspired me. The next morning I went back and thought to myself that I’m not quite sure what I’m training for, but I know there will be something again.”

Slater no surfing dog



She was on a carefree stroll along the beach at Kleinbaai last week Thursday when she saw the white head of a Border Collie beyond the breakers.
Lucy Breytenbach saw a couple standing on the beach, but when she discovered the dog wasn’t theirs, she became worried.
She called out to the dog, but while it looked as if it was swimming towards her, it was clearly caught in the current and was just being swept further and further away.
What she didn’t know at that stage was that Slater, the Border Collie, had been hit by a car almost an hour earlier and had darted into the sea.
The exhausted dog was close to drowning.
“I was this close to jumping in myself,” says Lucy.
Instead, she ran to Eden on the Bay and asked a group of kite surfers for help, while someone else phoned the SPCA and National Sea Rescue Institute (NSRI) Station 18 in Melkbosstrand.
“This wasn’t a typical call for us,” says NSRI station commander, Rhine Barnes.
“But I knew we had some crew members available who could respond to the incident.”
However, while the rescue service was preparing to send the Men’s Health Rescuer boat to Kleinbaai by trailer, Lucy was already back at the beach.
Once there she saw that Slater had managed to claw to a dangerously sharp rock outcrop.
Donovan O’Neale was joined by three of his kite surfing buddies, Byron Clarke, Luke Walker and Luke McGillewie as they rushed to the beach.
“We spotted the dog and went into the ocean towards the rocks,” says Donovan.
“Once there I took off the safety leash and attached my kite to one of the rocks. I jump over the razor sharp rocks to get to the dog, who was clearly in shock and very tired. I picked him up and then we passed him from one to the other and returned him to the beach on a paddle board.”
 Just as Slater stepped onto the beach he once abandoned in terror, the NSRI arrived on the scene.
While they waited for the SPCA to show up, NSRI volunteers tried to warm up the frightened dog.
Soon Slater, who shares a name with 11 times world surfing champion Kelly Slater, was surrounded by onlookers, who included the SPCA, but he was only searching for one person – his owner.
And then Shawn Steyn arrived.
If Slater had enough energy left one could imagine the dog forgetting his injured leg and running to Shawn’s embrace in slow motion. “He was stoked,” exclaims Shawn.
He recounted events leading up to the rescue to TygerBurger.
“I visited a friend’s house near the beach when Slater jumped over the wall. I went after him and saw him barking at someone selling stuff next to the road. As he backed into the road a car hit him and he just ran. I tried calling him back, but he would not stop!”
Shawn searched for Slater along beaches and asked many people if they saw a border collie running past. He was dropped off at Derdesteen and walked back towards Eden on the Bay, hoping to see his three-year-old friend, but to no avail.Then, in the distance, he saw the NSRI boat and the SPCA vehicle surrounded by people.
This was the reunion he was waiting for. Slater was taken to the vet and he didn’t even need any stitches.According to Shawn, his dog is a little traumatised, but nothing too serious.
“He’s lying next to me now, moaning that I’m talking to you and not playing with him,” laughed Shawn during the telephonic interview. SPCA’s Public Relations Officer Wanika Rusthoi said animals react in different ways during a crisis “because they’re all different sentient beings with their own characters”.
“Different breeds and genders also contribute to the ways in which animals express themselves. With regards to this case, the dog is a young male border collie, unsterilised, and is often taken for walks along the beach. With the trauma of this incident, it could have sent him into a state of shock, with adrenaline pumping through his veins – causing him to run. It can only be assumed that he ran toward familiar ground (the beach) and ended up in the water,” she surmises.
The story was posted on NSRI’s Facebook group and according to Barnes it has attracted thousands of hits since it was posted.



Happy birthday to you…
Bark, bark!
Happy birthday to you…
Happy birthday dear Danni…
That’s me!
Happy birthday to youuuuuu.
Danni Carrera Beanz, the therapy dog at Jelly Beanz, celebrated her birthday on Wednesday last week. Jelly Beanz works with traumatised and abused children.
“It’s funny, I don’t feel old at all. Is twelve old for a dog? Can you believe it… Twelve! Twelve months that is, hehehehe,” chuckled Danni.
TygerBurger relies on a dog-guru to translate everything Danni says.
While Danni was showered with gifts ranging from nibbles to toys, the adorable Newfoundland dog’s comment seemed brief: “Bark! Bark!”
Our dog-guru translates it as: “Oh, my. How time has flown! Just the other day I was born as one of ten little pups near Somerset West. I still remember the first time I met my owner, Jelly Beanz’s Edith Kriel (“human” for short). I was identified by the breeder as being particularly lovable and snugly, and was kept aside especially for my human. When I saw her I did what came naturally! I snuggled! Oh! That first time I buried my head in her warm embrace was heavenly.”
Danni stared expectantly at the crowd after her monologue.
They just continued being jolly… Not even one person was moved to tears with her touching tale!
Danni tried again.
“Howl! Bark!”
People just laughed.
Our translator was not surprised to see a puzzled look on Danni’s face.
“Right there Danni elaborated a bit on what the non-profit organisation (NPO) in Table View does and what her role is at Jelly Beanz, so when people laughed it confused her,” says the dog-guru.
He continues: “I believe TygerBurger recently wrote about it in the article entitled ‘Kids get help from Danni dog’. Just in case you missed it, here is what Danni actually said just now: ‘Do you people ever listen? I just told you how my human’s embrace felt like home. What if I told you more about Jelly Beanz? That is no laughing matter.
“The NPO endeavours to provide emotional support to children and families who have experienced trauma and abuse. My human Edith is a social worker and her friend Marita Rademeyer is a clinical psychologist. They have been working in the field of abuse and trauma for many years and started Jelly Beanz Inc in 2009. Last year they recruited me to help children open up and share painful memories. The children find me comforting.’”
In the previous TygerBurger article, Edith asked the community to help her cover the costs of feeding Danni, and the response was amazing.
According to Edith, the company Pack Leader Pet Products reacted to the article and now sponsors all the dog food Danni can eat.
When Danni first saw the bags of food she said: “Bark? Bark! Bark! Bark! Grrrr!”
This apparently translates to “For me? Cool!”
Edith adds people regularly stop her while Danni walks her around the block.
“They would inevitably ask me whether this is the Danni dog,” laughs Edith.
“There is only one Danni dog, human,” barks the precocious furball.
Edith says people can now either help Danni by buying her more presents or, more importantly, help Jelly Beanz in a way only they can – with their unique God-given talents.
Danni suddenly looked around with bright eyes. She has undoubtedly just had an epiphany!
“Bark, bark, bark… Bark!”
Our translator’s mouth hangs open for a moment, before he runs out of the room yelling that it all suddenly makes sense.
Whatever Danni said changed his life.
This newspaper now needs a new translator. Please send your applications in English and Doglish to



There was nothing odd about the way Kruben Moodliar celebrated his 71st birthday.
He woke up at 03:00 to the sound of sherpas singing happy birthday in Nepalese, accepted a “blessed scarf” and then walked 14 and a half hours though freezing rain and sleet.
OK, perhaps it was slightly odd.
Kruben and his 68-year-old wife, Sham, recently became one of the oldest couples ever to climb up to Mount Everest’s Base Camp.
At 5 364 metres above sea level it is roughly five times higher than Table Mountain.
“Averaging 12 to 14 hours of climbing daily, it was 200% more difficult than we ever imagined it would be,” says Sham.
The trip lasted 16 exhausting days.
“But we had set our minds set on it and there was no way either of us was going to give up,” continues the ever-determined Sham.
“When times got really tough we egged each other on. On the mountain there is just you, your partner and your creator. Nothing else matters. It makes one very contemplative and it crystallises the essence of life. It was very emotional, a hugely spiritual experience.”
Sham and Kruben, residents of Oasis Retirement Resort in Century City, underwent an intense 29 week training programme before their adventure, which was designed by Oasis’ bio-kinetic trainer.
“It changed every four weeks. We started in the gym at 06:00, working on the treadmill, and later walked 50 laps in the pool dragging buckets behind us. We also walked up 10 flights of stairs ten times a day wearing weighted vests,” remembers Sham “fondly”.
“Later we walked round and round the Central Park field with tractor tyres filled with stones tied around our waists! We’re very grateful to Chris Blackshaw of the Century City Property Owners’ Association for affording us this opportunity. We hope we didn’t ruin the grass!”
Weeks of training finally paid off when they completed their journey.
“We were first captivated by the majesty of Everest when we saw it at sunset from an eight-seater Cessna some years ago. It’s the most impressive thing to see. It has an incredible magnetism to it – it literally gave us goosebumps. And somewhere it lodged at the back of the mind that we needed to spend more time in the Himalayas,” she continues.
One of the two experienced sherpas told the couple that he had never taken anyone their age to Base Camp before.
There are so many memories that will stay with Sham and Kruben forever.
“Due to the numerous landslides and so forth there is no path as such. You have to step over huge boulders testing each one with your sticks to ensure it is safe to step on. Walking on the mountain in daylight is scary enough, but by night was another experience.
“These sherpas are unreal, how they know their way over boulders, through rivers and ice is unbelievable!”
The sound of creaking glaciers and the roaring of distant avalanches were also apparently something to experience.
On Kruben’s birthday, and the day of the final trek to Base Camp, they got up at 03:00 to start the climb from Gorakshep.
The sherpas sang to Kruben and presented him with a blessed scarf they got from a monastery, as well as a bouquet of mountain anemone flowers picked the night before.
For the first few hours the silver glow of the moon was their companion and then they were battered by rain and sleet.
What was supposed to be an eight hour journey to Base Camp and back became a treacherous 14 hour trek.
As for their next adventure, Sham jokes by saying that the family hopes and prays they won’t be scaling a volcano.


“I know I’m gorgeous,” chuckles Danni Carrera Beanz.
“But looks aren’t that important to me. I’m more of a thinking type. And a digging type. Yes! Digging holes, now that is special!”
Danni digs, but she has plenty more to offer than just holes in the ground.
She is a “therapy dog”.
And her human, Edith Kriel of Jelly Beanz, is also a therapist.
TygerBurger chatted to the two recently about the “therapy dog” initiative by the Table View-based non-profit organisation that gives hope to children affected by trauma and abuse.
Edith was easier to understand, primarily because of her ability to speak.
“We called her Danni so a child could see her as a boy or a girl,” says Edith. “As part of Danni’s work, children might project their own issues onto her, so they can choose what they want Danni to be.”
Danni, who has been involved in playful tug-of-war with a rope, stops briefly and tilts her head quizzically.
“So I’m a kind of quasi-gender 11-month-old Newfoundland dog? It has a ring to it. Yes… I can see where you’re going with this, human!”
She grabs the rope again and grapples with it.
Edith continues: “Her surname, Beanz, is self-explanatory, and her middle name comes from the Porche Carerra model. Porche were our initial sponsors.”
Danni is still undergoing obedience training, but she has already left her mark on Jelly Beanz.
Not on the carpet, no.
“We went to a school recently and talked about how dogs could be used in work, such as police dogs. After the assembly a little girl went to her teacher and told her about trauma in her own life, something she has never told anyone before. The girl then asked the teacher if she could go talk to Danni about it – and the lady who belongs to Danni. I become sort of insignificant, because Danni is now the drawcard,” explains Edith.
Danni puts his paw on Edith and yips: “There, there human. You are also important. I don’t know what I would do if there weren’t someone to scratch my tummy every day.”
Edith adds inaudibly: “ss…sss….sss..s”
“Excuse me?” I ask while Danni cocks one of her ears.
Edith speaks a little louder: “She also likes food…”
Danni sits bolt upright and pants: “You said ‘food’. I heard that!”
The dog looks at me insistently.
“Did you hear that? My human just said ‘food’! I like it, yes! Delicious food… Yummy!”
On the website, the Newfoundland is described as being “calm, dignified, and generally quiet”.
They forgot to add the conditional clause “as long as you don’t mention food”.
“She loves her pellets and eats a relatively large amount of food every day… So we would love it if someone helped us sponsor her food for a while,” says Edith
She adds that Absolute Pets in Parklands sponsor Danni’s grooming twice a month.
Danni barks: “When has the discussion of food suddenly fallen off the agenda?”
Edith pretends she doesn’t hear Danni.
“The most important aspect is, of course, the role Danni will be playing at Jelly Beanz. If a child sees Danni make a mistake then it’s a very useful place to begin a conversation about how we all make mistakes, how we manage it and how people respond to it.
“Also, just having an animal there for the children is comforting. Danni is my co-therapist,” elaborates Edith.
“Yes, yes,” says Danni, nodding her head in agreement.
“I’m a therapist food indeed. I do, after all, love children and definitely want to food whenever I can. At times like this I am reminded of my favourite Frederic Weatherly song.”
Danni howls melodiously: “Oh Danni boy, the food, the food is calling…”
Edith concludes: “Yes, we use food to motivate her.”
A motivated dog indeed!




Every single blown kiss made it to Sandra’s heart – a kiss to say “I love you”, a kiss to say “Thank you”, and a kiss to give her strength.
“Beat the cancer and get better soon,” it seemed to say.
The emotional teacher could not hear the heartfelt songs or well-wishes of the children that morning, because she was standing behind a Panorama Medi-Clinic window.
Yet, the message was clear – the three to four-year-old children of Milnerton’s Covenant Kids Pre-Primary School misses her very much. Sandra Wright (59) of Edgemead has touched a countless number of lives in her career as a pre-primary teacher.
She has left a mark on each child who was privileged enough to have her as their teacher, yet Sandra has a different view.
And these marks were never deeper than those left on Friday when about 15 pre-primary kids, assistant Sonia Kleine and owner Stefan Pflocksch waved at her from the hospital’s parking lot. They sang while holding up flowers to her, called out to her while carrying well-wishing signs and blew kisses to her while she was crying in the hospital window. Sandra is currently undergoing chemotherapy for lymphoma, a type of blood cancer. She will have to go back to hospital on 17 March to undergo another 22 hour chemo session.
TygerBurger spoke to her on Friday, the very same day on which she was temporarily discharged. The children’s flowers and personalised “get well soon” messages meant the world to the surprised teacher.
“They mean so much to me. They are my life. They are my reason for getting up in the morning. They’ve made my life complete. They’ve enriched my life beyond measure…”
One the children’s grandmother, Cheryl Braude, organised the surprise visit and told TygerBurger that Sandra is struggling to pay her medical bills. Cheryl has made it her mission to raise as much funds as possible to help the teacher. So far she has only raised just over R1 000, so it goes without saying that she is well short of the minimum amount that needs to be paid.




The sand stings Graham Howes’ ankles. He looks down the beach and feels the wind tugging at his hair. Above him the motionless seagulls race against the tempest and with one turn of their wings they shoot downwind – Jonathan Livingston Seagull style!
Graham’s heartbeat quickens.
Today he will also fly.
“There is a moment when you just get so excited, because you know what is about to come,” says the Big Bay resident and Red Bull King of the Air kite surfer.
“You also get nervous because you know there are consequences for what you are doing. The bigger you go the harder you fall!”
Most people stay indoors during these “perfect days”, but Graham and his friends see how far they can push the envelope, very much in the vein of Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
TygerBurger caught up with Graham just a few days before he was due to test his skills with the best in the world at the annual Red Bull competition that will be held right in his back yard.
“This competition is all about going big and impressing the crowd rather than being judged on one’s technical ability. It is also all about having fun, which is important. Having fun and keeping it fresh means you will always progress.”
There are apparently four competitors in a heat and after 10 minutes one person will be eliminated. The scores will be reset to zero and then the whole process will be repeated until just the winner remains and progresses to the next round.
Last year Graham fell out in the quarter-final round after he came up against one of the best kite boarders in the world and one of Graham’s idols – Ruben Lenten.
“He is constantly just pushing the boundaries of kite surfing! The other day he rode in a 60 knot storm. You can’t even stand on the beach in wind like that,” he says.
It is, of course, this challenge that fuels his desire.
“When I started kiting it seemed to me to be a limitless sport. You are not limited to the power of a wave or the size of a boat. You can go as high as you want…”
Graham adds, however, that someone’s body can take quite a strain during a wipe-out. Not all of his injuries have been the result of kite surfing, but there have indeed been enough to emphasise his last point.
“It’s hard to stay fit if you are not on the World Tour,” he says with a hint of regret.
The Red Bull competition is, in fact, the only one he does in a year.
Don’t miss the King of the Air Kite boarding competition in Big Bay at the end of the month. The precise date depends on the weather. Follow TygerBurger on twitter for updates when a date is announced.




The “who”, “where” and “when” is easy.
The challenge is the “how”, but it can be achieved if one heard the “why”.
With the support of, the founder of a Non-Profit Organisation (NPO), Tembile Nyoka, is creating waves of change in Du Noon.
More and more people in Du Noon are knocking on the door of Nculundu Academy of Learning and asking Nyoka for computer literacy training.
With a few donated computers and heaps of motivation, he uses the local community centre as his temporary base and teaches about 60 people to market themselves online.
But how can he do this with antique computers, an erratic venue, severely limited funding and a day job?
Both Nyoka and his biggest supporter, CEO of, Michelle Korevaar, have an unwavering belief in his NPO.
They also have the “why” to see it blossom.
He elaborates: “I grew up without parents around me, so I had to be my father and my mother from an early stage. Now to see people standing at the robots and trying to get jobs is difficult. Some of them are starving… So I thought to myself what could I do to change the lives of others…?”
While Korevaar listens to his story tears well up in her eyes.
She explains: “I also had a time in my life where I was on my knees. And it grows empathy. There are people who care, but they just don’t know how to make a difference. Being quiet is in fact being a victim. It’s like saying to the world that we don’t have a solution.
“Having been in that space, rolling up and being silent doesn’t make any sense to anybody. We all have a voice and we must do what we can right now!”
If good deeds could feed off words alone, then Nyoka and Korevaar’s statements would see the whole of Du Noon on the internet in no time.
Unfortunately there will be perils along the way.
Nyoka first came to the conclusion that he had to help people around him in 2011, but getting his NPO registered just after some of his possessions were repossessed by the banks when he lost his job made things almost impossible.
He moved to Johannesburg to get his NPO started and after he returned a handful of computers were sponsored to him by a well-wisher.
He got permission to use the community centre in Du Noon, but before long the hard drives of seven computers were stolen. This left him with just four.
Nyoka, having studied to become a technician, fixed these computers himself, but to date none of them has an internet connection.
This essentially means he takes learners to internet cafes and pays for their skills acquisition by the hour.
He asked a basic fee of R50 per month last year, but the learners could not pay, so now Nyoka does it for free.
When this expense is added to the money it cost for him to become qualified to start the NPO and setting it up, the bigger picture is clearer.
The Metro paramedic Nyoka is running at a tremendous loss just in order to help a few around him.
Korevaar elaborates a bit on her company’s role: “We have a non-profit side to our business called the Spice4Life Youth Academy. We often work in Du Noon and continuously identify needs.”




When Winnie Grobbelaar was 39- years-old and six months pregnant she tried to scale Dune 7.
Back then she only managed to climb up halfway and was pushed the rest of the way. She apparently rolled back down.
Almost 42 years later, the determined Flamingo Vlei resident went back to Walvis Bay to finish what she started.
This time the 81-year-old great-great grandmother became one of the oldest people to climb the 130 meter high sand dune.
The younger onlookers willed her on every step of the way. “C’mon Aunty Winnie! You can do it Aunty Winnie!”
She took a moment to catch her breath when she reached the spot where she gave up so many years ago.
She looked back proudly at how far she has come this time and stole a steely glance at the intimidating peak.
“The children just ran up! And I really wanted to join them at the top,” she told TygerBurger during a recent interview.
“People wanted to give me a hand on my way up, but I just said ‘No, no, no, no! I must do it all by myself!’ And made it she did!
According to her the feeling of achievement was indescribably euphoric.
She didn’t let her age stand in her way of seeing the desert from above.
Winnie did not walk down herself. Where she rolled down belly-and-all so long ago, she was this time pulled by her legs.
She fondly remembers looking up once she reached the bottom and seeing the long trail her backside made in the dune.
Not every one could identify with her resolve though.
“My son-in-law preferred to sit under a tree at the bottom and watch us. When I asked him later if he saw me he just said: ‘You’re a mad fool!’,” she continues with a childlike giggle.
She adds that her late husband, Garth, probably looked down from heaven thinking his wife had lost her marbles.
“A couple of policemen must have heard about this crazy woman and also made their way to the dune. When I reached the bottom they walked up to me a shook my hand! They were so surprised.”
Winnie went to Walvis Bay with a few family members by boat as a surprise birthday gift.
On her way back most of the passengers continuously congratulated her.
The first time she felt she pushed her body maybe a tad too far was much later when she was back in her home. Her legs, feeling weak, could not support her in the bathroom and she fell right into the tub. There she lied a few minutes, unable to get up, and just thought about how wonderful the desert looks from above.
Winnie laughs wholeheartedly when TygerBurger suggests she should climb Table Mountain next, or even Kilimanjaro!
She admits however that her climbing days are now over. Winnie will nonetheless continue to leave impressions, such as the trail down Dune 7, on people’s hearts.
The enthusiastic Flamingo Vlei lady has too much sparkle to go quietly into the night.


Roof blues banished


A howling wind tears at the black plastic on the roof of a house in Ou Skip Caravan Park – but it’s no holiday.
Inside the dwelling a cash-strapped elderly couple sit in their living room, praying that the sandbags they use to keep the black bags in place will be sufficient.
It’s raining as well, so inside every room buckets dot the floor to catch the dripping water.
It’s been two hours since Sandra Kline (69) emptied the buckets so she gets up and attends to this tedious but important task.
When it rains this is her task. Every two hours, day or night, she has to empty the buckets.
Her husband, Stanley (74), did his best to cover the roof, but the over-flowing buckets suggests that his efforts have counted for little.
Sandra has hated every moment he was forced to return to the top, but she knew something had to be done and that there was no-one who would help them.
The couple were desolate, feeling that nobody cared about their leaking roof – but they were wrong.
There are people who care!
Their neighbour, Gerald Brannan, knows someone who does volunteer work at Table View’s Round Table and the Round Table chairperson, Domnique Wiid, knows people who could sponsor roof sheets.
As a result, eight Round Table members, roof fitting professionals and a waterproofing company will be answering the Kline’s prayers.
If all goes according to plan they will have a brand-new roof by next week.
“We are so grateful,” exclaims Sandra.
“We are pensioners, and unfortunately our funds have run out. This leaking roof is just getting worse and worse.”
“Our roof leaks even when it is not raining,” she says incredulously, before explaining how water builds up between the ceiling and the dilapidated roof itself.
The roof isn’t the only challenge the Klines are facing, Stanley is also having to receive treatment for a prostrate problem at Somerset Hospital.
“Things have taken a turn for the worse ever since we received bad advice from a broker when we retired,” says Sandra.
But their knights in shining armour – the good people volunteering at the Round Table – heard their pleas.
Says Domnique: “When someone asks me why we help others then I say the answer lies in their joyful faces. This is all the vindication we need.”
The Round Table has managed to get 23 of the required 40 roof sheets and are hoping to obtain the rest as well. If neccessary they will use the R5 000 saved from their own money, but any help from the public would be appreciated.



“Ieeeeee!” yells the parent.
The child’s eyes widen, wondering why the character in the book screamed so loud.
She has read this story to her sibling many times before, but for her daughter every time is like the first.
She passionately continues reading the children’s book of Wendy Hartmann while her child studies the illustrations carefully. She is from Table View.
“Look,” exclaims the mother. “She jumped right out of her beautiful shoes!”
Her child gasps and then improvises an innocent song about Sisi right there and then.
Hartmann’s newly released book Sisi goes to school and other stories is proving to be a hit with youngsters and even with a few adults.

The 4-year-old wonders about the bunny-rabbit called Sisi who has to go to school and Marana is fascinated by the characters’ shoes.
Both seem engrossed in the tale.
It is clear that Wendy’s book, which is delightfully complemented by Joan Rankin’s watercolour paintings, awakes the child in each of us.
This alone is reason enough for the 66-year-old Wendy to do what she does.
“If you can still appreciate things and feelings through the eyes of a child then you’re well on your way being an adult,” muses Wendy.
While she was writing her latest work, the second book of the Sisi collection, the trick was to live up to this philosophy and let the child within her speak louder than her responsible adult voice.
“I had to resolve Sisi resolving her own fear of going to school for the first time. It was so difficult to get her to handle it in a way that you’re not telling a child to handle it,” says Wendy.

This of course clinched it for the scared sister.
If her younger brother isn’t afraid then it stands to reason that she is not afraid and, in fact, never was.
“Adults tend to forget the little things and battles they went through as a child. One shouldn’t! If you remember it then you are able to assist the next person so much better.”
When Wendy was asked whether she can remember the start of her own school adventure she responded: “I remember parts of it… I mean, heavens, I’m 66!”
Sisi’s story would not have been nearly as compelling were it not for Joan’s illustrations.
Marana’s daughter just needs one moment to look at the picture before she knows infinitely more than what is revealed in black and white.
Wendy admits that Joan’s illustrations are stunning.
Getting the message through to a child is clearly a team effort on a grand scale.
The writer conceptualises, illustrator visualises, publisher realises, parent dramatises and the child fantasises.
Sisi speaks to us all.



Tensions are running high in Joe Slovo Park around the construction work for the Integrated Rapid Transport (IRT) along Omuramba Road.
Ward councillor Joy McCarthy admits that the situation is escalating and that swift and decisive action is needed.
The spotlight has fallen on Joe Slovo Park after Luthando Lekevana was doused with petrol and allegedly threatened to be set alight by six women on 1 July.
Milnerton police confirmed that the women were arrested for attempted murder, but spokesperson W/O Daphne Dell also hinted that Lekevana might not be what he claims.
Reports surfaced last week that Lekevana insists that he is a SA National Civics Organisation (Sanco) leader.
Sanco could not confirm by deadline whether Lekevana is a leader, or even belongs to their organisation, but McCarthy vociferously debunks his claim.
Marches, petitions and unrest have become more prominent as the weeks have gone by.
There was initial dissatisfaction with the fact that the labour recruitment for the IRT was not being done from the local area. A meeting was organised with the community and the IRT team and the matter was resolved to the satisfaction of both parties.
McCarthy says, however, that a “deposed faction” made deceitful assurances that further escalated the violence.
“One of the persons who refused to sign the employment contract and was presumably harassing one of the men who had signed the contract, was stabbed to death by the latter,” she adds.
A petition was delivered by this faction in which they demanded the removal of McCarthy due to lack of transparency (she apparently never called a public meeting), honesty, integrity and service delivery.
“These include lobbying various non-profit organisations, the expansion of the reblocking programme and attempts to relocate a container for daily use as a clinic. The list goes on.”
McCarthy reckons the authors of the petition is, in fact, hampering service delivery that she and the city are trying to bring to their community.
With this in mind she concludes: “If they lack services, they will only have themselves to blame.”


Another protest rocked the northern suburbs last week Friday when hundreds of unhappy Joe Slovo Park residents caused havoc by burning tyres in the street, as well as throwing stones and bottles at police.
Officers retaliated by firing rubber bullets and stun grenades into the crowd and arrested 23 protesters for public violence. Six of the suspects are women.
This latest protest followed just a few weeks after Du Noon residents also took to the streets in the name of service delivery.
Authorities, however, have suspicions that these protests are more than just people unhappy about housing. JP Smith, mayoral committee member for safety and security, told TygerBurger that it seems to be orchestrated by a handful of people and that it might be politically motivated.
He adds, however, that he cannot prove any of these claims at the moment.
As secondary roleplayers the City of Cape Town needs help from the police and the criminal justice system, but Smith says these bodies are failing them at the moment in this particular regard.
“Our conviction rate is very low, so what stops these gang leaders from continuing to cause disruption?
We cannot let the public of Cape Town be subjected to this chaos indefinitely,” he insists.
Smith is more particularly concerned with the N2 episode near Khayelitsha when rocks were thrown on the national road and some disrupted traffic flow through various other methods.
When asked if the Khayelitsha N2 chaos might be linked to Joe Slovo’s protest he says: “We have information from people that there is an orchestrated campaign behind this. We are meeting with some informants and we believe we are on the verge of finding out who orchestrates it and where the money comes from.”
Smith adds that they have CCTV footage as to how these disruptions are done and how quickly it happens.
He even mentioned that it is suspected that certain members of the media are in cahoots with these protesters and actively “assist and fan” their cause.
On Friday morning sections of Omuramba Road, Racecourse Road and Koeberg Road in Milnerton were closed and Smith reckons this is indicative of the protesters wanting to frustrate the public.
“Some are late for work and others even lose their jobs. This appears, when one looks at the footage, to be their primary purpose,” he adds.
Smith is now recommending that a new approach to deal with gang leaders must be found before someone gets killed.
He elaborates on a possible new approach when he says: “We will photograph protest ringleaders and offer rewards to the community member who could give us information that could lead to successful arrest. I cannot says when this will become a reality though, but it must happen soon.”
Protesters did not have permission to protest in the streets.
Ward councillor Joy McCarthy agrees completely with Smith and says the incentive behind the protest in Joe Slovo is to make the ward “ungovernable”.
“These protests are popping up all over the place. We have two interdicts against the ringleaders of these incidents. The purpose is to obstruct. They don’t want any progress and say the DA has not worked for us,” she concludes.
All 23 suspects appeared in the Cape Town Magistrate’s Court on Monday.


What was intended to be a mass protest action of 3 000 people turned into a damp squib last week Friday when less than 100 Joe Slovo Park residents took to the streets.
Those who did turn up did their best to voice their concerns about a lack of housing in the township.
A few bad apples did, however, manage to disrupt law and order in the morning when they threatened others from going to work and burnt tyres in the streets.
This resulted in Freedom and Democracy Road as well as Printers Way being closed for a while.
Besides the few who were forbidden to go to work, the worst knock-on effect was traffic along Koeberg Road and Racecourse Road.
The legal march started at 10:00 and proceeded along Koeberg until the singing and dancing minority turned left into Racecourse towards the City Council Administrative Block opposite Paddocks Shopping Centre.
Local police spokesperson W/O Daphne O’Reilly confirmed with TygerBurger that there were no injuries reported and that the day proceeded relatively peacefully.
During the march the protesters held posters aloft to clarify some of their qualms – “We demand better housing” and “Red card for Joy”.
The “Joy” that protesters were referring to is ward councillor Joy McCarthy who has been trying her best to maintain peace in Joe Slovo Park and regularly responds to residents’ growing complaints in the area.
When she was asked how she feels about the poster directed at her she responded: “It disappoints me, knowing what I’m trying to do for the community and that I will still continue doing for the community. I take it where it comes from – it’s election time, it’s silly season.”
Considering the number of ANC T-shirts on show during the protest it is hardly surprising that McCarthy says the protest was mostly electioneering.
She says the issue of housing has been a long-standing problem.
“It’s a catch-22 really. Some have occupied every square inch of available land. Land that is intended for mixed-use development. So we can’t build as long as they are occupying the land.”
The mixed-use development plan is to build three-storey flats of which the residential top two floors are located above commercial.
The protest action, originally intended to be 3 000-strong, decreased to 1 000 when the application was lodged with the city.
The broader community didn’t know what to expect after the Du Noon protests last year, when thousands of people marched down Koeberg Road.
McCarthy, who keeps her ear to the ground, knew the recent protest would be more manageable.
“The community of Joe Slovo are a lot quieter and a lot calmer than the community of Du Noon. I spoke to community leaders afterwards and it is clear that most residents are fed up with this nonsense. Some say that others can march, as long as they are allowed to go to work,” she concludes.


A lack of housing is pushing relations between Phoenix and Joe SLovo Park to the limit.
Thankfully threats such as “If the Joe Slovo Park residents are not given permission to erect their shacks, there would be a lot of dead people in Phoenix” have since been replaced with “We do not want bloodshed but rather to live in harmony”.
The situation is, however, far from being resolved. On Monday night this week, local ward councillor Joy McCarthy met with representatives of both communities.
This latest meeting was called after weeks of growing unrest. Last week Thursday tensions seethed when Phoenix residents held an all-night vigil to keep their Joe Slovo Park neighbours from invading the land on the corner of Democracy and Freedom roads.
Plots were apparently sold on this land for between R350 to R800 and already demarcated, according to McCarthy.
By Friday, there was no trace of the plot demarcations but tempers were high.
Says McCarthy: “I was asked to address the Phoenix residents that evening on the open ground, as they were concerned for their safety and the outcome should the land invasion go ahead. I informed them of the existing City of Cape Town interdict prohibiting intimidation and further land invasion and assured them that should shacks be erected, they would be removed.”
The meeting was then hijacked by some of Joe Slovo Park’s residents.
The next day there was another meeting and that was when someone threatened McCarthy, saying there would be “a lot of dead people in Phoenix” if they were not allowed to erect shacks.
Two days later, on Monday night another meeting was held. This time the tone was “moderate”. The meeting was chaired by Elliot Jiba from the South African National Civic Organisation and responded by Sam Moloi for Phoenix Residents’ Association.
“They were partly mollified, but then went on to issues harking back to 2001 when the mixed-use land along Freedom Way was supposedly to be developed,” says McCarthy. Joe Slovo Park residents claim plans had been drawn up for flats and a budget was set aside, which vanished and since then nothing has happened.
“They were angry when I pointed out the ANC was then in government, so they should ask them what happened to the money. This is the land which they now want to occupy as they claim it actually belongs to them, but was ‘stolen’ by the municipality,” she concludes.
The outcome of the last meeting was that the residents of Joe Slovo Park would stave off land invasion as long as the executive mayor, Patricia de Lille, respond to their grievances within 10 working days.
What happens after that is anyone’s guess.


Pandemonium broke out in Joe Slovo Park on Thursday when Law Enforcement removed 100 shacks from land along Freedom Way.
About 200 shacks were demolished in terms of a final interdict granted to the City of Cape Town in November 2012.
Thursday night the evicted shack dwellers were attempting to re-erect their shacks and some even attacked the local Assembly of God church to vent their feelings.
An anonomous source alleged the church has been given permission to use the now empty land as a parking lot.
This evoked the ire of the evicted dwellers and spurred many on to damage the church by setting it alight.
Local ward councillor Joy McCarthy said: “The church lost its PA system, chairs and files, to name but a few.”
On Friday evicted shack dwellers apparently threatened to burn down the academically outstanding Sinenjongo High School if the principal didn’t resign.
“She is the best thing that has happened to the high school since its inception, but these hoodlums only care about the power struggle, not the devastation it causes. Safe Schools have been notified,”said McCarthy:
McCarthy sums up the previous days events when she pointed out that eviction notices were served on all the residents by the sheriff, who explained the reasons and advised that unless relocated, these dwellings would be demolished as they were illegal and on City of Cape Town land. They were defiant and continued to add to the number of shacks.”
During the eviction the South African Police Service was on hand and “acted accordingly”, according to Col André Traut.
Residents burnt tyres in the road just before Law Enforcement arrived on the scene and within minutes the tense situation escalated even further when shacks were razed to the ground.On the scene on Thursday Joe Slovo residents claimed that rubber bullets were fired towards protestors, but the provincial police spokesperson, Traut, would not want to confirm this.“We were asked to maintain law and order and we did act accordingly. The protestors posed a real threat to our members and Law Enforcement,” he explained.
“The unrest was obviously in response to the carrying out of the eviction order,” McCarthy added.
“Burning barricades were placed in the roads to try and prevent the combined forces accessing Joe Slovo Park. In terms of the eviction order, they were not housed elsewhere. They are meant to return from whence they came. If the City were to house them elsewhere after the eviction and demolition, it would mean that they had successfully jumped the housing queue. This would not be fair on the many residents in the area still patiently waiting for houses of their own.”
One resident who wishes to remain anonymous for fear of victimisation concludes: “It is so sad to see the smoke stained windows of the church. Many people are stunned that this could happen.
“The community is, however, divided between those who support the radicals and those who don’t. The flattened area where the shack dwellers resided resembles a ‘ground zero’ warzone. Only the few shacks that were re-erected stand defiantly. Primary and high school children left for school that morning only to return to demolished homes. What do children make of this? It is so sad!”


This is all part of the ANC’s ploy to make the province ungovernable,” says ward councillor Joy McCarthy in response to the stoning and burning of a MyCiTi bus in Montague Gardens last week Wednesday and yesterday’s (Tuesday) protest action.
Incited Joe Slovo residents have once again made the news when they vented their anger towards the City of Cape Town.
Last week 46 residents destroyed a MyCiTi bus and once again they played the card of a lack of housing.
TygerBurger has reported extensively on the growing tension in the area over the last month.
Yesterday a protest broke out in Bosmansdam and Montague Drive. As a result these roads had to be closed. Milnerton police spokesperson Daphne O’Reilly said at the time of going to press that no arrests have been made and no injuries were reported. “We managed to push the protestors back into Joe Slovo Park, so now Freedom Road is closed,” she explains.
In last week’s incident 40 suspects were released on bail after appearing in Milnerton Magistrate’s Court on Thursday on charges of public violence and malicious damage to council property.
The city and McCarthy have condemned the attack on the bus, most of which was caught on security cameras.
During the attack eight passengers had to abandon the bus and the city’s mayoral member for transport, Brett Herron, said it was a miracle these passengers did not get injured.
Herron said at the time: “Although they did not sustain any physical injuries, they are in a state of shock. We condemn in the strongest possible terms this callous disregard for residents’ safety and council property.”
McCarthy has explained to the residents in several meetings that housing is a national mandate and they should instead aim their fury at the ANC, but her words are falling on deaf ears.
“The city will not bow to their demands while we are still in charge,” insists McCarthy.
The city is not alone in standing defiantly against the unhappy minority in Joe Slovo – the neighbouring residents of Phoenix are seething.
She warns ominously, “If the disorder from Joe Slovo Park boils over to Phoenix then I can assure you they will not take it lying down. They are already very upset with the perception that the value of their properties are continually dropping.”
The city has in the meantime implemented additional law enforcement measures on the MyCiTi buses. Says Herron: “We will make every effort to ensure the safety of MyCiTi passengers. Law enforcement officers will continue to patrol the route between Table View, Killarney and Milnerton and officials will now also be deployed on the buses to protect the passengers and the City’s property.”


A handful of Joe Slovo Park residents, under the guidance of the South African National Civic Organisation (Sanco), are demanding that ward councillor Joy McCarthy be “relieved of her duties”.
On Friday about 50 residents marched to the municipal buildings bearing a memorandum in which they stated their demands.
The peaceful and legal march was carefully monitored by Milnerton police, who have been on high alert over the past month due to severe unrest in the informal settlement.
During March, calls for better housing have been replaced by calls for McCarthy’s resignation. Some residents are claiming that she never meets with the community at large and fails in her mandate to help them.
McCarthy has told TygerBurger on numerous occasions that the unrest is being instigated by a few “bad apples” and that this is all part of a greater plan to make ward 4 ungovernable for the Democratic Alliance.
Ward 4 falls under subcouncil 1, and the chairperson, Heather Brenner, says the unrest is undoubtedly a game of electioneering.
Brenner is also wholly supportive of McCarthy, who she describes as one of the best councillors she’s come across.
“She has a huge area, from Century City to Killarney Gardens, and then she has this little spot – Joe Slovo Park – that takes up most of her time. This is classic electioneering. People are trying to stir up nonsense. People are just trying to make a name for themselves. It is a gross waste of time,” says Brenner.
She doubts whether anything will come from the memorandum, which at worst might result in a long investigation into McCarthy’s doings.
Sanco provincial organiser, Charles Kanku, says he met with certain members of the community recently and they told him that not everyone is invited to these meetings.
Says McCarthy: “I do not deal only with ‘my favourites’. I have regularly demonstrated I will meet with any individual or group who requests it but will give preference to the registered groups and the law abiding, not the rabble rousers and inciters of violence who take the law into their own hands anyway, despite my advice or input. I do in fact engage with the acknowledged community leaders in the form of emails, phonecalls and meetings.”
When it was suggested to Kanku that Sanco’s involvement in Joe Slovo Park is a game of electioneering, he responded: “Some people think that just because it is election nothing should be done and rather wait for it to pass, otherwise it will be called electioneering.”
During Kanku’s visit he was taken to the area where law enforcement officials removed illegal structures and “destroyed the homes of families”.
According to him he nearly cried when he saw it.
“People should have been given warning, and also alternative housing,” he said.
According to a Joe Slovo resident who was removed from his illegal structure that day, they were given a warning just a few days earlier.
McCarthy also said the residents were warned years before that they were occupying the land illegally.
With regard to alternative housing being provided to residents whose illegal structures were demolished, McCarthy said it would be unfair to the thousands of families who are on the housing waiting list if others suddenly jumped the queue.
Kanku added: “Joe Slovo residents are more concerned with the issues at hand than to remove the councillor. The mission isn’t to remove the councillor, it is for the councillor to correct what she is doing wrong.”
Kanku is also very unhappy with how the residents have breached law and order in the area.
“People cannot go and burn churches, schools or buses. Sanco doesn’t support this behaviour in the slightest. If they are unhappy they must follow the correct channels,” he concluded.
Several protests have turned ugly in the month of March, which TygerBurger covered extensively.
The Cape Chamber of Commerce and Industry has also joined the growing choir of opposition when chamber president Janine Myburgh said: “We already have court judgments making union organisers responsible for the damage to property caused by their undisciplined members on protest marches and the same principle should apply to other demonstrations.
“There are usually organisers involved and I would like to see some of them in court and possibly being sentenced to perform community service. A bit of community service might give them a better insight into the problems of service delivery,” she continued.
“It is a basic principle of law that people who performed illegal acts were responsible for the consequences of their illegal actions.”


It is like the wild west in Phoenix. There are no laws to protect us such as those on the other side of Koeberg Road. This man is hard core, so I would rather not comment on the matter.”
Finding anyone willing to be quoted directly regarding Phoenix liquor store owner, Sam Moloi, is nigh impossible.
Objections from the community are just one of the routes council can follow to close down Sam Moloi’s off-consumption Phoenix liquor store, known as Uncle Sam’s.
Moloi was granted a liquor licence without a temporary land use departure (TLUD) from council.
A TLUD is needed when one wants to run a business from a residentially zoned property.
Having a TLUD when applying for a licence in terms of the old Liquor Act was not, however, deemed necessary.
The new Act, which came into effect in March this year, makes this compulsory. But a liquor licence is renewed automatically unless there are objections from the community.

“Most people here don’t have a problem with my business. Ask them,” insists Moloi.
The adjacent creche owner, Amanda Feyt, was involved in a well-publicised spat with Moloi in 2010, and she even tried to close Uncle Sam’s down by taking the legal route.
This time Feyt refused to comment.
However, McCarthy says she is not intimidated by Moloi and will investigate how he originally got his licence.
Moloi claims he never relies on intimidation and is a community leader of high esteem, regularly diffusing Joe Slovo Park unrest.
His acts of “diffusing” the masses have apparently been misunderstood.
McCarthys says in March this year Moloi explicity threatened that “If the Joe Slovo Park residents are not given permission to erect their shacks, there would be a lot of dead people in Phoenix”.
It is alleged that Moloi sold plots of land for R1 000 each to Joe Slovo Park residents but Moloi flatly denies this.

“Joe Slovo Park has the most expensive real estate in Africa,” she quips.
Moloi responded by saying that he demands evidence of this “baseless” accusation before adding: “During the unrest it was me who intervened with the Joe Slovo Park residents. I talked to them, listened to their issues and said they must go about things the right way to get land to build their homes on.”
Moloi’s intervention, or interference, depending on who you believe, in the unrest isn’t the reason McCarthy is keeping an eagle eye on Uncle Sam’s though.
“There is a mosque and a creche in the vicinity of Uncle Sam’s, people have claimed that young children walk out of the store with trolley-loads of liquor and a huge liquor truck often blocks off the road completely during delivery,” she says.
Moloi denies that children buy liquor at his store.
As for the other objections, McCarthy isn’t the first to point this out.
The liquor licence was initially granted in 2008 but during the renewal process in 2009 the local police lodged objections which were ignored by the liquor board.
The local Firearm and Liquor Control Designated police officer wrote at the time that the store is too close to a church (400 meters), a creche (20 meters), and a primary school (300 meters), and that the council has stated the land is zoned as residential. The police indicated they opposed a renewal, but these objections were ignored and the licence was renewed.
Ever since then the police have had no qualms with Moloi, because he has a valid off-consumption liquor licence.
Moloi applied for a TLUD to operate legally in 2011.
McCarthy says the departure would have given him permission to use his home as premises for his business.
The departure was turned down by the subcouncil, the decision was appealed and finally not upheld.
“We are not sure how he can have a business licence, which he needs to get the liquor licence. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark,” she says.

“McCarthy is destroying my name just because I am an outspoken person. I was never corrupt, I was never a thief. I work hard and started this business with nothing,” says Moloi.
Suggestions that Moloi owns at least one illegal shebeen have also been countered by his demands for proof.
McCarthy says the licences under the old Liquor Act granted to many liquor stores across the peninsula are technically illegal.
McCarthy denies Moloi’s claim that her “vendetta” is racially motivated. “This is certainly not a race issue. If someone runs a business from home selling koeksusters and there are a handful of customers a week then council wouldn’t have a problem, but in Apollo Way there are big delivery trucks blocking the road. It is next to a creche and near a mosque. Also, the level of alcohol abuse is directly linked to domestic violence.”





Hundreds of years of false stereotyping and misconceptions can be undone by a simple revelation – despite our differences, we all desire peace.
What was once animosity between a few Jewish girls and their Arab peers has been transformed into mutual understanding thanks to the Israel Centre of Cape Town (IC), Partnership2Gether and the Peres Centre for Peace (PCP).
Eight girls from the Middle East participated in the recent Rabin Memorial Peace Soccer Tournament at Century City. Plenty of goals were scored, but the only one that counted was promoting peace.
TygerBurger spoke to two teenagers who grew up in the same vicinity west of Jerusalem, yet their culture and religion are worlds apart.
Both were taught to hate the other, but once they crossed the great divide they became good friends.
Hatzav Nechushtan is 17 years old and lives in a Jewish village called Giv’at Ye’arim.
The 15-year-old Sandy Awad Allah lives just 4 km away in a Palestinian village called Bait Naqquba.

With the help of PCP’s Dvir Zivan who acts as a translator, Sandy adds: “In the beginning we thought the Jewish girls wouldn’t like us, but we were surprised. Now we are best friends forever!”
Hatzav continues: “People are people, no matter where they come from, no matter who they believe in.”
Responding to the question whether the conflict in the Middle East could be resolved if all concerned were to overcome their misconceptions, Dvir answers: “In every conflict you get your side. You build your opinion there.
“You can say a lot of things, but when you see a face in front of you, you erase most of these opinions. By speaking together and playing together you cancel this out.”
This is why soccer was chosen as one of the ways how these girls can get to know one another, as well as players from Langa, Herzlia Middle School, St Cyprians and the Grassboots developmental team.
Jewish people’s first language is Hebrew, then English and a little Arabic, while the Palestinian first language is Arabic, then Hebrew and a little English.
Israel’s “Co-existence Team” obviously had difficulty communicating with one another and with the local players, but Dvir says this wasn’t a problem.
“We don’t really need to speak, because sport is the international language!”

According to Dvir they would answer: “We don’t know what you want from us. It’s not we and they, it’s us.”
The head of IC, Yaniv Nachmias, elaborates: “It was a chance for us to bring the group here and show that Israel is for peace, and promotes co-existence and tolerance. Arabs, Muslims and Jews can eat and laugh together, work together, train together and be together. These teenagers share the same problems of your average teenagers. They have a lot in common. This programme is just another step towards peace.”
According to him the soccer was “just an excuse” for the girls to get a little inspiration from South Africa and see that boundaries can be broken, regardless of your ethnic or religious background.Insofar as the resistance a programme such as this receive sin Israel, Yaniv reckons those who are against reconciliation “shout the loudest”.“Every average Israeli and Palestinian wants peace and prosperity so that that everyone benefits from it. But, the most vocal are the extremists on both sides,” he concludes.
Our very own Nelson Mandela wrote in Long Walk to Freedom: “No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion.
“People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”



Her whole body aches.
Every determined step towards her goal seems harder than the one before, but she persists.
She breaks down in tears, when utter isolation drives her to the precipice of submission, but she persists.
The frightening magnitude of Charlotte Steyn’s 5 327 km journey haunts her day and night, but she never gives in.
Now, as she approaches the mountain she last saw on 21 March, her body protests and time presses hard on her.
As always, Bloubergstrand’s Charlotte doesn’t know what waits for her over the horizon.
Will there be people waiting for her?
Will she be there in time?
Will the pain pills deafen this urge to stop and rest her throbbing foot?
She walks on.
Just like she did that day when she left her home and her friends behind in the name of charity. Even at the very start she envisioned the end of her journey through South Africa, and now she is only a few kilometres from Big Bay.
To walk through nine provinces and create awareness for nine causes – her goal was always crystal clear.
Eager and admiring people wait for Charlotte at the five kilometre mark. They take on the final stretch of her journey with her.
As with so many curious people before them, she answers their questions one by one.
“Did you really walk through South Africa?” “On foot?” “Were you afraid?” “What was the most difficult part?”
Her story has evolved, but the questions stay the same.
“It first occurred to me that our country might be shaped like a heart and that I should walk within this outline. But then I saw it was really a warped heart, and with that came the realisation that the heart of our country needs healing.
It signals our broken society, to be fixed through service to humanity, by chivalrous caring, kindness and loving,” says the 34-year-old.
Charlotte walked on behalf of nine charitable organisations to represent key aspects encountered in life (childhood; education; health; HIV/Aids; disabilities; elderly; human rights; the environment; animals) with an umbrella organisation giveall2charity (
She encountered incredible and hair-raising moments along the way.
“I have shouted at the top of my voice a few times during this trek, for survival. Life-threatening situations were for real: near-drowning, an attack by crazed dogs, an impassable gorge, a most precarious way along the cliffs above the ocean, dehydration, exhaustion, isolation,” she continues.
In the quiet stretches of dust and mud she also had epiphanies.
“I’ve realised how powerful one’s mind is, and that determination is key, but without a sense of direction, it means absolutely nothing.”
At the Blyde River Canyon in Mpumalanga she was certain people would shed their negativity and appreciate the country once again if they could see what she saw.
At God’s Window she saw God reading books written by humans and commenting about it to His angels.
“I try to compress all the experiences, trying to convey the meaning of this journey, but there is still much to embroider on. A lasting image was created by a young child, early one Saturday morning as I walked past another informal village.
“This girl child had a two litre Coke bottle, the cap unscrewed, with some fake hair pushed inside. The child nurtured the bottle as if a real doll.
“When she waved at me and then hugged the bottle, again it was clear that love is what we have in common. Life consists of feeding hunger and fulfilling a hunger for love.”
There were moments when Charlotte wanted to crawl into a little ball and weep under a desolate tree until she had the strength to carry on.
Walking through barren parts of the Northern Cape redefined the word “solitude” for her.
When a car stopped in front of her, when no-one was around, her heart quivered, but nothing untoward ever happened to her.
Her journey was blessed all the way.
The people she met will live with her forever, and when TygerBurger asks her if she could name a few people who left a lasting impression on her she was overwhelmed by hundreds of names and nameless faces.
On Sunday her journey ended at Big Bay, but in her mind she is still walking.
It isn’t impossible that in her mind Charlotte will be walking through South Africa for the rest of her life.



The disbelieving masses stare up into the sky and marvel at the jaw-dropping aerobatic manoeuvres.
The highly skilled pilots dive in unison, soar into a loop and then barrel-roll until their aircraft almost stalls.
Everyone bar the pilots gasps.
Who are those crazy guys?
TygerBurger interviewed one of the six South African pilots who have been selected to fly in the newly formed Red Bull Aerobatics Team of China.
It is curious that Scott Ternent (34) from Milnerton doesn’t sound insane when one speaks to him.
“You try and keep it safe and stick to your capabilities, but you often hit a bit of turbulence and end up really close to the other aeroplane. That’s when you rely on your skill to manage the situation quick enough and not fly into the other aeroplane,” he laughs.
Ternent was over the moon (probably doing a loop of some kind) when he heard he was selected as one of the six South African pilots to fly in the Red Bull Aerobatics Team of China.
“I’m still pinching myself, because I’m actually living the dream. It sounds very clichéd, but it’s exactly what it is. We all dream of doing what we love and now I’m part of a really cool team as well!”
The team, started by Chinese entrepreneur Zhao Wei, is flying four XtremeAir XA42 aerobatic aircraft, painted in the Red Bull China colours. They will be performing on the international air show circuit.
This high g-force experience will keep Ternent grounded, because his passion is his fulfilment.
“I’ve been flying for 14 years,” he says.
“I got all my training in the Air Force, but even before that, I’ve always wanted to fly. Living on the edge was never new to me. I grew up surfing and racing motor cross. Aerobatics was kind of the next step…”
That’s not a step Scott. It’s a leap.
Just speaking to him about the feeling one gets when the g-forces shoot through the roof is seriously disconcerting.
“G-forces are the result when you change direction rapidly and your body wants to continue in the direction you were going. The blood in your head wants to end up in your feet! If you are not working hard enough to keep it in your head then you will black out.”
These pilots tense up their lower bodies before they go into a tricky turn in order to prevent this from happening. They are also quite used to the strains of zipping through the air like enraged hornets.
A passenger would in all likelihood pass out at the most convenient moment, i.e. right at the beginning.
For someone who stares improbability in the face it is hardly surprising that Ternent becomes, in effect, addicted to the adrenaline.
“I can never understand why people do drugs, because there are so many other ways you can get a high! In December I’m doing an advanced freefall course, doing some skydiving, because that is just how I am. I’m always looking for something new.”
The most surprising revelation is when Ternent says his mother is very proud of him!
In the end, regardless of anyone’s preconceptions, these men deserve all the credit in the world.
Local film-maker, Hilton Mundy, will be filming a documentary following the South African pilots as they form their team and fly these high performance aerobatic aircraft. A dedicated website has been built for the film, which includes full pilot bios and a sneak preview video of the launch of the team (
Hilton concludes: “This is a great opportunity to showcase some of South Africa’s top aerobatic pilots in a film that will focus on the skill, commitment and discipline that these pilots undergo each time they strap themselves into the aircraft.”



Stripes spotted?

Table View is the setting of a brand new animation, Madagascar 5: Escape from Du Noon.
In this movie, Marty the Zebra, was captured by animal poachers, held up in Du Noon before it finally escaped on Sunday evening.
Marty nearly got hit by a vehicle on the corner of Blaauwberg and Koeberg roads much to the surprise of the driver and a security guard.
Fortunately he side-stepped the car with a smooth clippety-clop evasive manoeuvre and took a right turn up Blaauwberg Road – towards Madagascar.
On his way there he noticed a pleasant looking vlei on his right and the absence of cars made it look pretty inviting.
What he’s up to now is a mystery, but it will all be revealed in Madagascar 6: One Too Many Zebra Crossings.
Table View Neighbourhood Watch (TVN), the local police, as well as the currently unknown driver and security guard, reckon the above is based on a true story.
There is therefore a real possibility that Marty is now chilling somewhere in Table View.
TVN chairperson, Ryno Roberts, elaborates: “We found it pretty amusing when we heard that there may be a zebra running around in Table View. Two witnesses saw it, but even though TVN and the police responded in full force, we could not find it.”
Spokesperson of Table View police, Lt Elizabeth Munro, tried hard to stop laughing when TygerBurger made an enquiry. She says they could only find the zebra stripes.
Munro says the possibility exists that it was a prank phone call, but she later admitted that there were quite a few witnesses to the outrageous tale.
Roberts first pitched the twist in the script that the zebra might have been side-tracked by the vlei next to Blaauwberg Road.
He continues: “Just a few weeks ago I heard that some farms near Durbanville have been targeted and robbed of their animals.
“It is perfectly possible that someone stole a zebra, took it to Du Noon and then it escaped down Koeberg Road in the direction of Table View.
The “incident” was reported on TVN’s Facebook page and there was quite a response.
It seems that everyone has a pun or two ready for this most unlikely of sightings.
One wrote: “On his way to Madagascar!”
Another wrote: “Ah, I wish I had known this! In the US a few months ago I was asked what the most dangerous animal I had ever seen in our street was.”
“All I could say was a tortoise, but a zebra would have been better.”
If anyone spots the “alleged” zebra they can contact Table View Police Station on 021 553 8233.
And when you go zebra-spotting, take your camera and send a photo to
Roaming Matilda safe
The horses at Milnerton Riding Club were in for a smelly surprise last week when a striped relative decided to drop in and eat their feed and drink their water.
Just before the horses became really fed-up with the globetrotting zebra TygerBurger reported on last week (“Stripes Spotted”, it was immobilised and transported to Rustenburg Farm in Somerset West.
It was originally suspected by the Table View Neighbourhood Watch that the zebra might have escaped from Du Noon animal thieves, but it has since come to light that it became “bored with life” on a farm along the N7 and decided to explore the world beyond the fence.
Fictional claims that “Marty the Zebra” starred in Madagascar 5: Escape from Du Noon were therefore thoroughly debunked.
It was also discovered that Marty is, in fact, a Matilda (for the lack of a better name).
One grain of truth in last week’s article is that Matilda became overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the “Big City”, and after it was nearly run over on the corner of Koeberg and Blaauwerg roads it fled into the Diep River vlei.
Koos Retief, biodiversity area manager for Milnerton, sums up the merry Matilda’s journey from there when he says: “She lived next to the river in the Diep River section of the Table Bay Nature Reserve for a few days. We first noticed her on the west side of the Killarney Race Track. She then came into the riding club after smelling horses and probably feeling lonely.”
A safe haven for Matilda was unpleasant for the horses, however.
The riding club’s yard manager, Audrey Hanson, elaborates: “The horses were very stressed out! They were off the food and ran around the whole place, clearly upset. Even in the stables, they were shaken and nervous, running around in circles. They didn’t like the smell of the animal.”

If Matilda had eyebrows she would have lifted one of them now.
Hanson continues: “The horses knew something’s there, but they didn’t know what it was! The zebra didn’t want to be away from the horses though. When the horses were taken to the stables at 15:00 she would run around and was probably thinking: ‘Where have my friends gone?’ In the morning it was quite funny, because she was running up and down and we’re thinking: ‘Ah! Dressage! That’s beautiful!’ In fact, the horses do beautiful dressage when they see the zebra – tails up and snorting, like ‘Look at me’!”
Hanson says she wishes they could keep the zebra. Matilda now feels loved and lowers her eyebrow (which she doesn’t have).
Hanson muses that the only horse who could stand the zebra was Turbo.
Matilda probably thought there were sparks between her and the stallion.
Turbo probably reckoned he could just about stand the smell without completely freaking out.
Retief concludes: “There are two types of zebras in South Africa. The berg zebra, an indigenous zebra to the Western Cape, and the plains zebra, which is from the Serengeti and the Lowveld. This one is a plains zebra.”
They immobilised and transported Matilda on Thursday afternoon.
Everything proceeded without a hitch, so it would be appropriate to end this fairytale saga with the words: “And she lived happily ever after.”
When the rusty-coloured caracal feline opened her eyes, the pain subsided for a moment and was replaced by surprise.
The caracal (rooikat) was lying on the back seat of a Mercedes.
Within seconds she was doing her best “don’t-you-dare” impression when a person tried to open the door.
This seemed to work, because that face contorted with fear.
She can remember crossing the N7 near Melkbosstrand… feeling an unbearable pain shoot through her leg and then passing out.
Two people were peering through the window this time. She hisses and spits.
By the time the feline was darted by the SPCA the inside of the car had lost the Battle of Claw and Seat.
The story begins with a Canal Walk businessman driving from Yzerfontein on the N7.
Unfortunately, he hit a caracal on his way towards Cape Town and was faced with a dilemma – should he drive on or try to save the unconscious cat?
He chose the latter.
The man loaded the cat into his car on the back seat and raced to Hakuna Matata Veterinary Clinic in Bloubergstrand.
Once he arrived he left one of the windows slightly open and went in to inform Dr Carike van Loggerenberg of the new patient.
Much to everyone’s shock the feline awoke from her slumber while he was gone.
Says Van Loggerenberg: “We informed the SPCA and had to wait for them to arrive and dart her. Her back right leg was broken. This kind of injury requires that she stays immobilised during aftercare, so the only thing the SPCA could do was to put her down. It was very sad, but one must look at the bigger picture.”
Cape of Good Hope SPCA’s wildlife unit manager Brett Glasby says they had to dart the animal through the gap in the window.
“She was a wild animal and very defensive. There was an extra element of danger because the animal was injured,” he explains.
Both Van Loggerenberg and Glasby say that the driver showed compassion to try to help the animal, but that he didn’t go about it in the right way.
Glasby says it was lucky the caracal didn’t wake up while he was driving.
“We really appreciate what the gentleman did. Not many people would do what he did, but it would have been a very dangerous situation had the animal woke up while he was on the N7.
“The wild cat could also have woken up while he put it in the car. While we appreciate what he did, it is better to get someone who is trained and able to do the handling,” says Glasby.
According to him one can save the SPCA’s number on one’s phone for quick access or one could phone the City of Cape Town’s 107-number, who in turn could notify the SPCA.
The cracked dry surface of Hakskeen Pan bakes in the sun, just waiting for history to happen.
Distant hills peek over the horizon trying to catch a glimpse of the roaring spectacle on the flat Northern Cape plain, where adrenaline-junkie extremists have converged in their souped-up hot-rods.
Karl Ebel from Table View roars over the desert floor in his 1940 Chevy. The course is starting to break up, but he continuous unabated… 120 km/h… 140… 160…
When he reaches 170 km/h, he sees on his GPS that he’s wheel spinning.
Ebel needs traction and is running out of track, so he short-shifts the gear into fifth and floors the accelerator.
At 190 km/h the car started spinning around.
“Before I knew what was was going on… I couldn’t even dip the clutch quick enough, because the motor had stalled and I was already going backwards before I realised it was spinning. I was just hoping that it wouldn’t dig in. I thread the steering wheel through my hands and tried to ensure it didn’t lock on either side and I just held on!”
Ebel’s Chevy spun 20 times that run.
“It’s a dry lake, so there was plenty of fine dust. Then I saw bits of blue sky through the dust and thought I came to a standstill, but I hadn’t. I was still spinning. It was quite a surreal experience,” he laughs.
This incident happened at last year’s Speedweek event at Hakskeen Pan.
Possibly right about now, while reading this very sentence, Ebel is again attempting to cross the 300 km/h threshold. But this time he has learnt from his mistakes.
“This year we will be using the more slippery body shape of a 1980 Mustang. On paper we ought to reach 300 km/h,” he adds.
The only problem is Ebel will not be racing “on paper”, but rather on dry desert floor.
“The car feels quite planted up until 180, but then your perception of depth becomes exponential. So the faster you go the more radical your depth perception is. The sensitivity of the car is increased and believe me, you are correcting the car the whole time. You have to put delicate inputs into and… You need to feel it…”
The Mustang, or as Ebel calls it, the “Monstang” is powered by a 327 small block Chevy. The motor has quite a list of “go-fast-goodies” in it, but according to Ebel it is “still not a bank breaker”.
He elaborates: “We are running an overdrive manual gearbox and a high diff ratio with tall tyres. We are also running naturally aspirated, so there are no power additions. This combo sees us over 300 and we are looking forward to see what happens!”
So, what motivates someone to push the boundaries of sanity to such a degree?
“I’m a bit of a petrol-head hey,” says Ebel unsurprisingly.
“I do enjoy the rush, but for me it’s more about the art form. It’s about putting together the concept, building it yourself and seeing it run.”
He adds as an afterthought: “It’s quite an adrenaline rush really.”
You don’t say!
There were a couple of teenagers, but none of us were mutants, ninjas or turtles.
Yet, the set resembled scenes from that ageless classic animation. We really did feel like heroes in a half-shell (the hard hats we wore in the tunnels looked like shells, after all).
TygerBurger was invited to go on Matt Weisse’s underground tunnel tour on Heritage Day and enjoyed every moment of it. Note, the newspaper itself has no emotion, but the lucky journalist has.
The tour started at 14:00 when a group of 20 daredevils climbed down a manhole cover at the back of the Castle of Good Hope. For the next hour we found ourselves in ankle deep water underneath the city.
The rush of wading through the ancient tunnels was just as strong as the current trying to wash us out to the harbour. Spider webs and cockroaches added to the atmosphere and the echoes of exclamations kept us on our toes. We were told that smugglers might have used these “gragte” to transport valuables, but unfortunately not one of us found a gold coin (if one of the smugglers dropped a coin it would have washed out to sea in a matter of minutes).
Parts of the underground canals and rivers date back to 1652. They used to supply the passing ships with fresh water and later these rivers flowing through the city became pleasant walkways shaded by Oaks with bridges going over them. As the years passed and the city expanded they were eventually covered up and forgotten.
Props were not needed to make this a truly exciting experience, but there were props nonetheless. A light show, limbs of dummies and a treasure hunt assisted in setting free the imagination of those who needed more than just the realisation that we’re walking in tunnels under the city.
Matt’s been doing it since 2010 and says there are three routes varying in difficulty. We walked along the easiest because of a group of kids and journalists armed with cameras. In this same tunnel the TV-show Fear Factor dared the contestants to eat cockroaches. Thankfully, these were not on the menu on Heritage Day.
The toughest of the tours transpires under Long Street, so for the truly adventurous people out there, this would be highly recommended.
After heavy rains the tunnels (which are in some places big enough to drive a car in) will be raging with water that fell near Table Mountain. I admit there were moments when my imagination ran riot… What if suddenly a wall of onrushing water came from behind? My last moments on this Earth would consist of me trying to keep the work’s video camera from being damaged…
During this particular tour one is first taken through the Castle and given a bit of background on the Dutch. Then one climbs down a simple manhole that looks like Alice in Wonderland’s rabbit hole and then… Hold on! Do not step on one side of the tunnel! Balance on both sides! Be careful! The water comes down with a vicious speed, but no one loses their footing.
By the time we reunited with daylight, we were walking on icicles, but that didn’t matter. We didn’t let our cold feet stand in the way of braving this completely different and thoroughly entertaining adventure.
A tunnel tour with a qualified guide and a professional medic can last one to three hours.
For more information go to or contact Matt on 082 482 4006.
As the speed boat flitted across the violent waves, seven heroes stared fixedly at the horizon.
Milnerton’s Fabian Higgins from Metro Emergency Medical Services and two of his colleagues were preparing to take the plunge.
Icy water slammed against the boat as it rounds the Sentinel at Hout Bay.
Off in the distance, the rescue divers saw other National Sea Rescue Institute (NSRI) boats circling the capsized Miroshga.
Somewhere trapped inside the sightseeing Miroshga three people were desperately contemplating the dangerous dark ocean.
It is the afternoon of 13 October 2012.
The Miroshga rescue and the resultant fatalities of that day would be repeatedly scrutinised for the foreseeable future.
But less focus would fall on the bravery of the people who pulled off this pioneering and daring rescue.
Now the seven-man team is one of the finalists for the Centrum Guardian of the Year Award.
This competition gives the public the chance to vote for the most deserving emergency and rescue services employees.
The rescue team that saved three women from the ill-fated Miroshga is this province’s only representatives.
Higgins has experienced his fair share of hair-raising moments in his 20-year career, but this day rises above all of the others.
“None of us knew what to expect…” he tells TygerBurger. Higgins and his colleagues are based at the rescue unit in Pinelands and got the call at 14:30.
They were told that a boat had capsized near the Boss 400 shipwreck near Sandy Bay and that there might still be people trapped in the hull.
It took the team 25 minutes to just get to Hout Bay.
When the three divers arrived at the harbour a man and his wife offered to take them to the scene in a speed boat.
Two firemen also came along in case their help was needed.
“There was a horrendous swell in the water and we were soaking wet by the time we got to the capsized boat,” he continues.
“At that stage we were aware that only one person had died of the 41 people who were on board.
“One person was missing, however, and three were trapped somewhere in the hull. Two or three NSRI volunteers were sitting on the hull and seemed to be communicating with those trapped inside.”
The speed boat stopped a few metres from the Miroshga and Higgins jumped into the water.
“The sea was very rough and tossed the boat around quite heavily. I had no idea what the boat looked like upright and it was difficult to figure out what exactly was going on under the water. I had to look for some kind of entrance to the cabin while the boat was rocking violently,” he continues, before adding that it was very dark once he entered the cabin.
All he knew was that the survivors were stuck somewhere in the hull on the starboard side. He searched around in the tumultuous environment among the floating ropes, bags and cameras.
“It was like a whirlwind has gone through the cabin! It was quite hectic… I had no idea whether the boat might sink at any moment with me in it.”
Finally he found a small entrance that resembled a cupboard and opened it. For the briefest of moments the inside of the hull was illuminated and Higgins saw legs. Against all odds the survivors found a little air pocket.
He couldn’t swim into the hull due to the size of his diving gear equipment, so he grabbed one of the legs, blew bubbles out of a breathing apparatus and finally made the survivors know he was under the water trying to save them.
The first survivor he dragged back from the watery grave grabbed on to him for dear life.
He went down again, but his air was almost used up so he had to come to the surface and give one of his colleagues a chance to be someone’s hero.
The simple fact that he played a part in this miraculous rescue is all the vindication he needs.
If, however, they win the competition then the R50 000 will be used to buy rescue equipment for the province.
Every single one of our local heroes deserves all the recognition that comes his way, but in the meantime they will settle for a vote.
The team consists of Higgins, Eben Lourens, Elvin Stoffels, Capt PJ van der Merwe, Gert Voigt, Merwin Nel and Douglas Jones.
Go to for an audio interview with Higgins as well a gallery of photos.
* To vote for this team go to, go to the “centrum guardian” Facebook page or SMS “Drive” to 34020.
The anticipation grows quickly in the audience as the Fairy Godmother comes out onto the stage at GrandWest Casino.
“Where is everyone?” asks the Fairy Godmother.
A shady character who stands elevated among the audience says authoritatively: “Look up!”
The Fairy Godmother hesitates for a moment.
“No! I am the Ghost of GrandWest Past! I am here to take you on a journey back to the year 2013 and to a war between two schools!”
In a heartbeat the stage fills up with 150 Milnerton High School performers and 45 minutes later they are crowned champions of the GrandWest High School Jam competition.
“This competition is open to all schools in the Western Cape,” explains the school’s drama teacher and the architect of the musical, Laura Bosman.
“The school will put a proposal together for a musical extravaganza with singing, dancing and a little bit of acting. The top 10 schools are selected for the preliminary round and then the top three are chosen for the finals. We won, but we are so grateful for the other school’s variety to keep this competition fresh.”
If one listens to the concept behind the winning school’s musical then it is no surprise that they were victorious.
Bosman elaborates on the musical: “There are two schools that are vying for the trophy. One girl from the one school falls in love with a boy from their opposition, goes to their rehearsal, sees what they are doing, tells her school, the two break up and there is a big, fat fight and it all ends when they love each other again.”
I got the impression that Bosman must have told this story a million times before, because she never took a breath during this particular synopsis.
The seed of inspiration for their next performance was first planted when the school won the same competition two years ago.
Bosman mulled over the content for months and then in April this year the rehearsals started.
The show uses songs such as “The Final Countdown” and “Somebody to Love” and then they change the words to suit the musical itself.
The headmaster, Paul Besener, heard them rehearse every now and again, but saw the show for the first time during the preliminary round.
It took his breath away, and he described it as “world class”.
It is still a long time before the next competition, but Bosman reckons it could be a good idea to work together with a few disadvantaged schools next time and share their now extensive experience.
Is it a mole? Is it a drill? No, it’s Hypothermic Man!
A homeless person found the perfect hiding place after an “altercation” with someone on Friday afternoon.
Unfortunately he didn’t take all the factors, such as his size, into consideration.
More than 12 hours later, the hypothermic man was dug out from under an ablution facility in Bloubergstrand.
Vanessa Jackson, spokesperson of ER24, elaborates: “At around 04:00 on Saturday morning Milnerton crews received a call for assistance where a man was stuck in a small hole under the public ablution facility off Marine Drive.”
All the emergency personnel could see when they arrived on the scene were a pair of feet sticking out from under the building.
The feet apparently belonged to a 29-year-old homeless person.
“The person responded to the paramedics’ calls so they started digging away at the cold, wet beach sand. Spades had to be brought to the scene,” continues Jackson.
The man was treated for “hypothermic symptoms” due to the cold and was transported to New Somerset Hospital. Despite being stuck between a rock, well… sand, and a hard place for hours, the man was in a stable condition when he was handed over to hospital staff.
Jackson says the man told paramedics that he had to run away from someone and hide in a safe place.
The small hole under the building seemed sufficient, but as soon as he managed to wriggle himself in the “wriggle back out” became problematic.
“His hands were probably stuck as well, so he couldn’t dig himself out,” says the disbelieving Jackson.
Frantic calls for help were finally heeded the next morning at 04:00 when two people walking home along Marine Drive heard him.
Whiskers’ Edgemead home is almost exactly as he left it five months ago – before he was lost and found wandering in Paarden Island.
Just two things about his home now mystify the two-and-a-half year old cat: why has the cat food been moved from the floor to the kitchen cabinet and why are the windows closed?
His owner, Cornelia Nieuwenhuys, would tell him that the family’s dog has taken a liking to cat food, so she had to move it to the cabinet.
As for the window, Cornelia would tell him that she is afraid he will run back to Paarden Island.
If Whiskers was allowed to break the Cat Code and reveal that cats can speak English then he would answer: “Go back to that awful place? No thanks! I already spent five months exploring every nook and cranny and I don’t even know what a cranny is! I had to use every bit of my cunning to survive the cold, the rain and the un-neutered male cats! I didn’t do half bad…”
He remembers that fateful day in January well.
His owner and her boyfriend were towing their motor boat through Paarden Island. Little did they know Whiskers was hiding back there as well.
They stopped at a traffic light and apparently saw a cat (who is just as handsome as Whiskers, if that is even possible) running off into the distance. When they got home he was gone.
Nobody knows what happened from the moment he jumped off the trailer to the moment he was discovered by Paarden Island’s Cat Action Team (CAT).
TygerBurger could not convince Whiskers that it lies in the interest of all felines out there to break the Code and tell our readers what happened.
CAT’s Memory Woodford muses: “It would have been very tough for Whiskers. There are many cats in Paarden Island and many colonies. The un-neutered cats would not have accepted him in their colony, so Whiskers was probably a loner. I don’t think he would have had the confidence to get into any fights. He was very lucky to survive the ordeal!”
In June Memory saw a cat that matched Cornelia’s description and just knew it was Whiskers.
“I phoned her and then we went together. I didn’t think Whiskers would come to her when she called out, because it usually just takes a few days out there for cats to become feral. But whiskers did come to her,” she exclaims.
Once back home, the cat secretly rolls his eyes and grins. Somewhere in Paarden Island the cats wail: “The King is gone, long live the King!”
A crescendo of colours, a chorus of costumes, a symphony on ice – what an experience!
The hodgepodge harmony of blue, red and yellow sends the heart racing before Peter Pan concludes: “Never grow up if that means you’ll lose the wonder of the world around you!” With these lingering words, Peter flies away to rapturous applause.
And so, Peter Pan and the cast of Disney on Ice’s Passport to Adventure prepare to mesmerise the next expectant audience.
Adults, teenagers and children leave the CTICC auditorium after much applause.
What have they just witnessed? Mickey, Donald, Goofy, Simba, Lilo, Ariel, and ooh, what’s-his-name and Wendy, yes, yes, Peter Pan – all on ice skates!
Captain Hook! A massive inflated crocodile! This show seems to have blown the minds of everyone in attendence (apart from one teenager who wasn’t impressed at all).
“It was boring,” he tells TygerBurger. The other 29 people (both young and old) this newspaper asked couldn’t stop raving about the spectacle.
“I liked it. I loved it! But not the trottodile,” says the three-year-old girl with big eyes.
Her mother is quite surprised by her daughter’s comment, since she initially thought most of the show “went over her head”.
The more analytical reviews of some of the adults were more tiresome.
“I particularly liked the way it was sporadically furnished with light.”
Come again ol’ boy, what?
“The music was mellifluent,” another person is kind enough to add. No kidding! Mellifluent.
To quote Peter Pan author JM Barrie: “If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!”
With that in mind this reporter allows the inner-child to review the Disney on Ice presentation, Passport to Adventure.
The white ice stood cold, before the sudden glare of light startles the audience. We are almost unprepared for the humour Mickey and Donald bring with them in the next moment!
Next comes Timon and Pumba on skates, and with a a big, big ship in the background the two sang famous songs and talked. They waved at us the whole time and we waved back!
Lion King’s wife fell once, but she was brave and just went on and didn’t even cry.
We ate popcorn in the break and then my sister knocked it over and there was popcorn all over the seat.
After the break Lilo and Stitch had all of us roaring, “Stitch! Stitch! Look it’s Stitch!”
We really like Stitch.
We enjoyed the stories of Lion King, Little Mermaid, Peter Pan and Lilo and Stitch being performed on ice. It was fun and sometimes scary.
Then we all went home. Goodbye.
When intuition, anticipation and concentration merge, Jake Montandon twirls into the air.
And while suspended in the midair, the champion freerider uses his jet ski to pull off the most eye-catching moves imaginable.
All too soon he would plummet back to the unforgiving waves below.
On the Montalivet beach the predominantly French crowd goes wild, but Jake stays focused.
The 29-year-old freerider from Table View wants to be the best in the world, but coming second isn’t half bad!
Needless to say when he claimed the runner-up spot in France this month he returned home as a hero.

Jake finished third in the 2012 IFWA Freeride World Championship Tour, and if he consistently performs at this rate, others will soon be measured by his high standards.

The World Tour comprises three international rounds a year of which France is the first. During these rounds competitors compete in a head-to-head double elimination format, while a panel of judges scores them 50 % for their wave surfing and 50 % for their aerial manoeuvres.
TygerBurger caught up with jet-setter Jake to hear more about his latest achievement and this audacious sport.
“This was the last championship of the guy who came first, so even though I’m currently second on the log, I will basically be going into the next competition with the most points,” he explains.
Jake has come a long way since he first started freeriding at the age of 12 while he worked for a jet ski rental company.
A fellow competitor once said: “The sport of jet ski freeride alone is best defined by taking the world’s best surfing contest, the world’s best motocross freestyle tricks, and blending them all together to create an intense and exciting sport.”

YouTube is full of of clips of people doing flips, turns and other gravity-defying tricks. Jake knows all of these and might even have come up with a couple himself.

“There are so many different variations out there. The Madonna flips, one-hand-one-foot, the can cans, the super-flips… And then we are also judged on normal surfing, such as big slashes off the top of the lip and things like that,” says Jake, adding his favourite is probably the Madonna flip.
He had to pay to get this good – either in time, sweat or ligament-wellness.
“I’ve been in and out of the doctor’s rooms lots of times: ankles, back, shoulders, teeth… at least I still have all of them!”
When he is not at the doctor’s room, you’ll probably find him preparing in the gym or flirting with the waves.
He concludes: “On the waves timing is everything. One has to improvise, think quickly and find the trick that works best. You’re up against Mother Nature, you know!”
One evening in April 2006 Table View’s Deon van Zyl made a decision that would change his life forever.
He was on his way to a karaoke bar in West Palm Beach, Florida, when a drunken driver shattered his dreams.
“Obviously I don’t remember what happened that night, but whenever I went to this place I either went over the bridge or under the bridge. That night I decided to go over the bridge,” says Deon.
Some 21 days later and he woke up in a hospital bed.
Deon was told he was in a motorcycle accident and that he broke his spine.
His dream of becoming a chef slowly evaporated before his eyes.
From that day on his optimistic goals were replaced by simply staying optimistic.
Full of apprehension he returned to South Africa with a string of if-only nightmares on his trail.
Deon rebuilt his life, met his wife and fathered two children, but the desire to become a chef still burned silently within. A dream he believes is still within his reach.
“My friends and family will tell you that my signature dish is my lamb shank,” laughs Deon.
TygerBurger interviewed him this weekend to hear how he manages to stay focused on the silver lining while the cloud of lifelong paralysis hangs over him.
“I want to be successful in whatever I pursue, but now my family comes first. Being able to support them and keep them happy is enough!”
He now thrives in his job in the office automation industry and doesn’t let his disability stand between him and happiness.
He originally travelled to the USA via Workaway International and in his short time there as a chef he quickly established himself as an extraordinary talent.
Were it not for that one night in 2006 when he chose to drive across the bridge and not under it, he might have pursued his dream.
But he would not have met his wife, Lee-Ann, and fathered his two beautiful, amazing children.
Deon has an infectious lust for life and is clearly a born optimist.
He may also have missed the chance to be such an inspiration to others.
Says Charlotte Quenet-Meintjes, Head of Workaway International South Africa: “I have never met anyone quite like Deon before. He is one of the most fantastic individuals and its clear that he never lets anything get him down.”
It was so unfortunate and dreadful to hear about Deon’s accident, but the way he has come out on the other side by taking everything in his stride is phenomenal, Charlotte adds.
“We wish him all the best in his future endeavours and find it absolutely heart-warming that he has not let his disability define who he is and what he can do.”
Deon spoke for a long time about his adventure in America at five star country clubs and how he eventually triumphed over unexpected challenges.
It isn’t always easy, but a positive outlook is serving him well.
Yet, sometimes, just for a moment, he wonders how things would be today if he chose to take the road leading under the bridge instead of across it that night in 2006.
A horror accident on the corner of Koeberg and Plattekloof Roads last Tuesday claimed the life of 33-year-old Charmaine Wijnbeek.
Wijnbeek allegedly skipped a red traffic light and ploughed into a police vehicle that was transporting five suspects who were arrested in Du Noon.
One of the five suspects sustained a broken leg and the others, including the two police officers, were treated for minor injuries.
A culpable homicide docket has been opened by the police for investigation.
The police maintain that the above is correct, but certain facts cast shadows of doubt on what really happened that evening at 22:30.
The Table View police press statement received last Wednesday contained incorrect details, such as that Wijnbeek was 40 years old and that one of the dogs that was in the car with her ran off after the accident.
Yet one of the deceased’s friends who was on the scene insists that both dogs died in the accident and that the body of one of the two dogs was found in the boot of the hatchback.
Another uncertainty that hangs over the incident is exactly how the accident occurred.
According to an anonymous man who arrived on the scene moments after the incident, Wijnbeek’s Golf was smashed on the side and the police vehicle in the front.
He says: “I’m not accusing anybody. We just need some clarity. Which road did the police drive on – Plattekloof or Koeberg? Which robot did Charmaine skip? When I arrived on the scene the police vehicle was lying on its left side, right in the middle of the intersection facing towards Table View. Surely there’s no way she crashed into them and rolled them?”
His uncertainty is echoed by others on an IOL web forum.
One person writes: “These guys need to get their facts straight. The way they say it happened is impossible, sorry to say. Charmaine’s poor family is getting all the wrong details. I was there a few seconds after it happened.”
Another adds: “The driver of the police vehicle is to blame for this incident, no two ways about it! Surely the Caltex Refinery can provide video evidence to back the investigation – they have cameras pointing in all directions?”
A Daily Sun report included the following: “A witness who asked to remain anonymous said he was driving behind the police van when he saw a VW Golf jump a red robot and collide with the police vehicle, overturning it.”
This witness was contacted by TygerBurger. He first said that we must phone him a little later and then he refrained from answering his phone when follow-up calls were made.
On Friday TygerBurger emailed a number of questions to Table View police to clarify the events that led up to the accident and whether they have approached Caltex Refinery for video footage.
On Monday and Tuesday TygerBurger was sent from one officer to the next, who either didn’t have the time, information or the necessary authority to shed some light on the events that lead to Wijnbeek’s death.
By late Tuesday, at the time of going to press TygerBurger’s questions were still unanswered.
Two eyewitnesses – two sides of the same devastating story.
One witness is convinced the Milnerton police officer skipped a red traffic light and the other is equally certain that it was the driver of the Golf who disobeyed the traffic rules.
Who is to blame for the death of 33-year-old Charmaine Wijnbeek?
TygerBurger reported last week in the article entitled “Horror crash confusion” how a police van transporting five suspects from Du Noon to Milnerton collided with Wijnbeek’s vehicle on 11 June at 22:30.
Last week it was uncertain at the time of going to press exactly how the accident happened.
It is now known that the police van was travelling on Koeberg Road towards Milnerton and Wijnbeek on Plattekloof Road. She wanted to turn towards Table View, but when she reached the middle of the intersection the police van collided into the right side of the Golf. The van flipped over onto its left side and the Golf was slammed a few metres down Koeberg Road towards Milnerton.
Wijnbeek and her two dogs were killed in the process and the occupants of the police van sustained relatively minor injuries.
The police maintain that Wijnbeek skipped the red light.
Last week the details of a witness were given to the newspaper to verify the police’s version of what happened, but he could not be reached.
This week TygerBurger managed to speak to him, but another witness also came forward – one of the suspects who was in the back of the police van.
Both insist that they want to stay anonymous.
The first witness, who apparently drove “not too far” behind the police, elaborates: “I was on my way to work that time. Then the driver of the Golf jumped the red robot, without stopping once. Then the van and the Golf met halfway at the robot. It was hectic! I wouldn’t say the police van drove into her and I wouldn’t say she drove into the police van. Anybody who says that the van skipped the red robot is lying.”
The witness is adamant that he has no connections in the police and what he says is definitely correct.
He adds that while he was behind the van he never got the impression that it was speeding at any point.
The second witness was driving in the back of the van after he was apparently arrested in Du Noon for carrying a small knife.
He sustained minor back injuries and was treated briefly in hospital.
According to his employer, Kevin Napier, the second witness told him that the police van drove through a red traffic light before any newspaper articles appeared. When the witness saw TygerBurger’s article he just said: “The police are lying.”
He claims that the police were driving dangerously and were speeding, so he kept his eye on the road through the canopy window and windscreen.
Napier adds that his employee has a habit of always looking where he’s going – especially when he sits in the back of a bakkie.
He is “absolutely certain” that the van drove through a “completely red” traffic light and straight into the Golf.
Napier says that his employee is an honest man who has been working for him for about eight years.
Francois de Roubaix, manager of Dals Towing, says it is “very obvious” that Wijnbeek just pulled away at the robot. His employees arrived on the scene just moments after the accident.
“If she came through the intersection with a bit of speed before the collision then the vehicles would have ended up in the lanes heading towards Table View. Yet, she ended up in the lanes heading towards Milnerton police station. So, my experience tells me she first stopped at the robot and then drove,” he explains.
He also finds it strange that if Wijnbeek indeed skipped the red light that she didn’t see the approaching police van on her right.
Spokesperson for Milnerton police, W/O Daphne Dell, first dispelled the second witness’s observation that the police van was speeding when she says: “As you are aware all police vehicles are fitted with tracking devices and the record is drawn on a daily basis. The speed of the vehicle was travelling can be seen on the report. According to the record of the vehicle involved in the accident the member was not speeding at any time before the accident.”
This tracking device can record the exact time of the accident, so Dell says that they have approached the City of Cape Town and are trying to determine what colour the traffic lights were at that precise moment. She admits, however, that this line of query is a long shot.
She continues: “The case is still under investigation and therefore I cannot answer all the questions, but I can confirm that we have also asked Caltex Refinery for some video footage.”
Dell concludes by saying that if it is found that police members made false statements then they will be charged with perjury.

On the eleventh of every month Sarie Botha sits in her Pretoria home and stares at her telephone.
The tragic memories of 11 June 2013 have never healed.
Just over a year ago she had a beautiful 33-year-old daughter, Charmaine Wijnbeek.
Then the devastating news hit her like a sledgehammer – Charmaine was in a serious car accident on the corner of Plattekloof and Koeberg Roads.
Just a few minutes later she was informed by one of Charmaine’s friends that her daughter had died.
Various newspapers reported that she skipped a red traffic light before a Milnerton police vehicle slammed into her Golf.
TygerBurger posed various questions in the aftermath of the accident on 19 June.
Since last year, Sarie has phoned the police every month on the eleventh, but has never received any concrete answers as to how the investigation into the accident is proceeding.
She will not be phoning again.
“The investigation in the case is now complete. The docket will be presented to the senior public prosecutor for discussion and a decision,” Milnerton police spokesperson W/O Daphne O’Reilly told TygerBurger.
O’Reilly says all the evidence and statements were included in the docket.
“All we can do now is wait,” she says.
“The senior public prosecutor has to deal with many such issues, so his decision could take a while yet.”
This is the last thing Sarie wants to hear, since her patience ran dry months ago.
During the telephonic interview Sarie’s anguish was tangible.
“My family is not doing well,” she swallows.
“To us it seems as if she didn’t die – she was killed.”
That fateful night two police officers went to Du Noon and arrested five suspects.
The van was heading towards Milnerton along Koeberg Road.
The police officers in the vehicle and an eye-witness who was driving behind the van maintain that it was Charmaine who skipped the red light, but one of the suspects in the back of the van said that this version was a lie.
The suspect also said the van was speeding.
Both sides were presented in the media, but now it is ultimately the decision of the senior public prosecutor.
While she waits, the same memories drift to the surface – the night of the accident.
“I didn’t feel well and took a sleeping pill. I had just closed my eyes when one of Charmaine’s friends phoned me. He said to me she had been in a serious accident… While I was packing stuff I just thought soon I’ll be at the hospital with her. Then the same friend phoned me and said she didn’t make it.”
Since then Sarie has had to cope with various challenges, the worst being when a cell phone company phoned her and demanded to speak to Charmaine.
“I just started crying. I said if they have a direct line to heaven they can phone her.”
Charmaine’s death has left a swathe of broken hearts. Sarie has two sons and neither of them have come to terms with the fact that they will never see Charmaine again.
Somewhere in Montague there is a very confused old woman.
So her guesthouse is a portal… A portal?
She looks at her husband and says: “Peter… This afternoon a young man told me our guesthouse is an integral portal… He said that we must welcome the aliens and phone him as soon as the bad guys try to blow up our resonators with their Xmp bursters…”
Peter hardly looks up from his newspaper and says: “Yes dear.”
What either Peter or his wife doesn’t know is that a new Android mobile game called “Ingress” is taking the northern suburbs, Cape Town and the world by storm.
The guesthouse in Montague is one of 200 portals in Cape Town, each a veritable battlefield between the green team and their sworn enemies, the despicable blue team.
TygerBurger acted as mediator and managed to set up a meeting between two members of the blue team and three of the green team.
An uneasy ceasefire was agreed so that readers can find out more about this new and innovative gameplay called Ingress.
Durbanville’s Sean Scott (aka Frosty) leers suspiciously at Kraaifontein’s Auratius February (aka Greenworld) before he says: “Ingress is a new game by Google. If invited by Google one can play it on Android phones and tablets, and it will soon be available on iPhones as well.
Historic buildings are portals in the game and one has to literally go to these portals to attack or defend it.”
The blue team’s Jaco Gunter from Welgemoed (aka Capman) continues where his team mate Frosty left off: “There are two factions, the enlightened ones and the resistence.
“So we make a portal blue and then the other team makes it green. Then we make it blue again and so we go round and round the city and fight for the right to own a particular portal.”
The higher your level the better defences you can build and the stronger your offence is.
The old man and old woman from Montague happen to live in a historic building, so now they have the added benefit of living in a portal.
They also don’t really need to phone the green team when the blues attack, because the greenies will be notified on their cellphones when someone attempts to take it from them.
The old couple also need not worry about any kind of intrusion on their property, since a team can “attack” from anywhere in the vicinity.
The interview continues when Capman muses: “Take the movie Independence Day. You are the guys standing on the roof with signs saying ‘Welcome! Welcome!’ while these UFOs invade us! We are Will Smith flying around and trying to stop the aliens…”
The green team members all laugh and say: “No, no, no!”
Stellenberg’s Willow van der Merwe (aka Qbitza) had another theory: “We are the scientists in the middle ages trying to explain to you that the world is round and you are the heretics!”
From an outsider’s perspective it seems as if these people get on extremely well.
They share a passion of “seeing noteworthy sights and playing a game on a grand scale”.
Qbitza is married to Carol van der Merwe (aka Babayaga) and their son is even in on the game. The keen Greenworld spent more than R1 500 on petrol just last month.
Capman concludes: “If someone sees a group of people standing in front of an old church and staring at their phones they needn’t be alarmed!
“We are not criminals. We are friendly guys, so rather bring us coffee and talk to us!”
tbabgnomes1“Gather around everyone! It’s time to tell the story again,” says Doc the dwarf to much fanfare.
The news spreads fast in the enchanted garden of Ronnie and Annie Ykers who live in Corsair Street in Milnerton.
The soft voices of the fairies reach the gnomes and suddenly the whole garden buzzes with excitement.
“Story time!”
They all gather around Doc and the other six dwarves (Bashful, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy and Sneezy).
“Settle down now friends!” exclaims Doc seriously, before asking: “Where’s Ronnie and Annie? They must do the voices!”
Ronnie and Annie the baboons – who were named after the founders and providers – scuffle past the tree-stump house and stop where everyone can see them.
Ronnie clears his throat theatrically and then he recites the actual words spoken by the owner during an interview with TygerBurger: “I have been collecting these garden statues for … Oh, for how long Ann?”
Annie responds: “For five years. We love animals, so Ronnie decided to make a garden which the children who walk past our house can enjoy. We bought some garden gnomes, fairies, antelopes, squirrels and monkeys, but Ronnie had to look around for two years to find the seven dwarves!”
A big round of applause is heard in the garden.
Ronnie continues, “This old lady gave me her seven dwarves before she had to move. She used to love admiring the garden – especially during Christmas when it looks amazing.”
The fairies nod in agreement.
Says Ronnie: “These ornaments need to be painted and mended regularly, so it keeps me busy!”
Everyone in the crowd looks first at the beaming and impeccably painted antelope and then at one of the half naked fairies, who confidently retorts: “It’s my turn next!”
Doc holds up his chubby hands and says: “Settle down, settle down! It’s rude to interrupt I’ll let you know.”
Ronnie clears his throat again, “We give them names sometimes, like Chanu, Ann and Ronnie. The kids also give them names. There are about 50 figurines here so it’s hard to remember all the names!”
The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly becomes electric, because they know what’s coming now.
Ann says proudly: “Incidentally, just before you came there were foreign tourists here who are seemingly working on some kind of documentary. They will be back to film our garden!”
“Hooray!” cries the audience in unison.
Sammy the squirrel suddenly whispers piercingly: “They’re awake! Everyone to their starting positions!”
The real Ronnie pulls open the curtain and looks suspiciously at his garden.
He could’ve sworn he heard someone shout, “Hooray!”
tbabskate1It took just two minutes for bystanders to know what Jean-Marc Johannes is all about.
One moment he was suspended in the air with a twisted body and the next he was on his backside with a twisted ankle.
The pain would send most limping off, but Jean-Marc walked the limp off and then he pulled the move off – perfectly!
This 22-year-old skateboarder from the southern suburbs is one of the best in the country. In fact, if skateboarding was a company he would be on the board, because that’s where he belongs.
Well, mostly on the board… He also spends some time on the floor…
“I have sprained my ankle more than I can count! One should just brace yourself for the fall… If you’ve taken many bails before then you know how to do it. You’ll land and ninja-roll for like a few meters. Don’t just let the fall happen,” he says philosophically.
Cool people like Jean-Marc use the word “bail”, but Jean-Marc is not a bailer. He is a class skateboarder who has strut his stuff on the international scene and he will also be competing at the UltimateX event at the V&A Waterfront on 16 February.
He certainly knows what he’s doing, so he has plenty of advice for beginners.
“When you start skateboarding there will come a time when you’ll think that this is not for you. I started 10 years ago. You’ll start doing basic tricks such as the olly, kick flips and pop-shove. For me I got to the point where I just couldn’t learn anything. But skateboarding is in my family and that motivated me. I started having more fun with it and then I started understanding the basics and finally I thought up my own tricks,” he says.
Gnarly (is that word still cool?) combinations of tricks will include names such as olly, laser flip, hard flip, kick flip, front-side flip and darkside grind.
One of Jean-Marc’s greatest memories in his career happened in Amsterdam when skaters from all over the world had to perform three of their best tricks for a place on the 10-man podium.
“The first was a flip-grab combo, then someone else landed something way better and I thought I’d have to step it up a bit. Then I landed a double backside flip, but then someone landed something that was like a combination of four tricks. The guy went up, did a flip trick to a manual trick and then he went down a rail! That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything like that in a competition before. My last one was a double-big spin flip down a set of stairs. I didn’t expect anything, then they called my name and I got a podium place! I thought they were joking!”
After the interview Jean-Marc wowed the small crowd at the skate park in Green Point. On 16 February he will wow a huge crowd just a kilometre away.

“Oi! No cutsies!”

Bob Dylan looks guiltily at Rod Stewart and says: “Aw c’mon Rod! I’m an old man…”

Rod scowls from his deckchair: “I’ve been here since Tuesday last week! Bono has had to cancel a private performance for the Queen of England just to keep his place.”

Bob looks at Bono who sleeps on the sidewalk and asks innocently: “All of this for a few minutes on the Orange Couch?”

Rod continues: “The Orange Couch isn’t just a couch Bob! It’s a rocket ship to prolonged stardom and a springboard for up-and-comers such as yourself. Here! Take my iPad and look at these vintage interviews with the creators of the Orange Couch.”

Bob slides one foot into the ridiculously long queue that has formed in front of TygerBurger’s offices in Bellville and watches the interview on Rod’s tablet.

A James Earl Jones voice-over sets the scene: “The Orange Couch is the brainchild of TygerBurger journalist, Louisa Steyl, and has been an instant hit among musicians and web crawlers alike. It first rocked the internet when the community newspaper published it on its website on 8 August, 2012. Musicians were asked to perform a song while sitting on this couch, which – you guessed it – is orange. Here’s how it all began…”

The video cuts to a 23-year-old Louisa, who says she remembers the moment of inspiration clearly.

“I was chatting to a musician friend of mine, Matt Roux, and he was telling me about the Rolling Stone magazine, where once a week a musician comes in and performs a song to the staff. This would then be put on their website. I thought this was an awesome idea!”

Louisa kept mulling over the concept until the day Matt came in for an interview. She told him to bring his guitar along and then the newspaper could generate some content for its new website.

“It just so happened that the best place to have him perform his song was on this orange couch. While I was working on the footage I thought to myself: ‘Hey… This could be a brand!’ We then naturally decided to name it the Orange Couch,” says the starry-eyed Louisa.

In hindsight it’s a good thing the couch wasn’t grey… Or a granny smith apple colour…

The website editor and TygerBurger deputy editor, Cecilia Hume, says it took a lot of elbow grease to get the concept off the ground.

“If it was someone who just came up with this idea and got only one or two on the couch then it wouldn’t have gone anywhere. It has, however, reached a stage now where we have booked a month or two in advance,” she explains.

Those who have been lucky enough to get invited to the Orange Couch included aKing, Van Coke Kartel, Marc Haze, Crushanda, Lucy Kruger and Philip Malan.

Cecilia is hesitant to reveal which musicians the couch will grace next, so it’s best for the reader to carry out a regular inspection for themselves.

Louisa smiles and says that it isn’t particularly challenging to get musicians to perform on the Orange Couch, since “they get the maximum exposure”.

She adds that it is also a matter of quid pro quo, because the website in turn gets maximum content.

Some of the musicians she has contacted have even pleaded with her to grant them a few minutes on the “famous” couch.

“The actual clip is very easy to watch,” elaborates Cecilia, before adding that every clip is kept short for this purpose.

“It’s also easier for the user to watch a video clip of a song than getting someone trying to explain it to them in words. I don’t think newspapers are going to die tomorrow or in the next ten years, but it is the future and we need to adapt before it’s too late,” states Cecilia.

Marita Meyer, the publisher for WP Newspapers, says it is a priority of Media24 to embrace the digital age.

She once told her colleagues that the best ideas “come from the floor”, so she was very proud when she could use the Orange Couch as an example to back-up her claim.

“People tell me it’s just brilliant! It’s such a funky name,” she exclaims exuberantly.

“Now we only need a funkier couch…”

The actual couch is, in fact, more flunky than funky. When one sits in the cube-shaped couch it certainly seems to envelope one in abject “flunkiness”, so a new one with loads of ambition is waiting patiently somewhere out there.

Back onto the subject of the importance of digital media, Marita reveals that there is something like a “newspaper extinction timeline”.

She admits that this is still a long way off, but in the meantime it is vital that the digital side becomes an addition to printed media.

These two mediums should, according to her, supplement each other.

“All the WP publication websites might be making profits in the future. At the moment advertisers world-wide still prefer television, radio or printed media compared to digital media,” she informs.

Cecilia reckons the best way to grow this untapped digital goldmine is to come up with innovative ideas such as the Orange Couch.

She is confident that the biggest reason why this brand will fly is because it will act as a platform for fledging musicians who come from the very community the website serves.

Marita agrees when she adds that TygerBurger’s “little Orange Couch” could become the perfect place where new talent is unearthed.

But Louisa dreams big…

“To get the Orange Couch exposed we need to attract popular, big names, so if someone asked me if I want Sting on the couch I would immediately answer, ‘Damn straight!’”

Bob Dylan hands the tablet back to Rod Stewart and asks: “So where is Sting?”

Rod smirks and says: “I think he’s grounded.”

An unknown local musician eases past them and occupies a space in the front of the queue.

Bob and Rod grumble harmoniously together.


Road rage…

Is it a symptom of built-up frustration or is a spur of the moment reaction to road users not obeying the rules?

I don’t really have a Tibetan monk cousin. He didn’t really visit me recently and he didn’t really drive my car in peak traffic.

His name is Lama. Lama the monk. He obeys the rules of the road and never gets upset with taxis suddenly stopping in front of him, drivers who fail to indicate before they turn or inconsiderate idiots who speed in the left lane.

Lama picked me up from work the other day and drove on the N1 towards the M5. We were stuck in the left lane and we couldn’t move into the right lane, because Lama claimed that there “wasn’t enough space”.

I said: “Hey Lama! Here in South Africa we take the gaps when they appear!”

He said: “We are in no rush cousin. The greatest happiness consists in having tranquillity of mind.”

He let a few gaps in the traffic come and go, and then finally he turned into the middle lane. Unfortunately he made his move on an incline in the road, so he couldn’t accelerate fast enough. A car behind us had to slow down, so headlights flashed, hooters hooted and fingers flicked.

Lama smiled. I breathed deeply.

Lama maintained safe following distance from the car in front of us, but this space was just too inviting for others not to take. So, we just kept moving backwards (while moving forwards).

“Hey Lama! Flash your lights man! These people can’t drive!” I exclaimed.

“Breathe deeply cousin. Count to 20. Remember, the talkative parrot is shut up in a cage. Other birds, who cannot speak, fly about freely,” he said while smiling.

Sometimes Lama made no sense! We approached the M5 and waited in the left lane queue to turn towards Maitland. While we were waiting in the ludicrous congestion, a few cars squeezed into narrow spaces to the front. They kept speeding past us and then took these miniscule gaps.

I absolutely HATE it when people do that! We must queue and they have the temerity to jump it! I used a few four letter words, but Lama kept smiling. My heart raced, sweat beads formed on my forehead, my pupils dilated and my hands were clammy.

“Learn to respect your fellow road users!” I screamed at someone long after they passed us.

Lama responded:  “Don’t consult the one who is habituated and hardened to evil doings.”

I looked at him and saw the smile fading ever so slightly.

“What are you talking about Lama?” I asked.

“Preaching religious truths to an unbeliever is like feeding a venomous serpent with milk,” he insisted.

“How can you not get livid with these fools?” I grinded my teeth when another person squeezed into a narrow space in front of us. When another car tried the same trick, Lama accelerated ever so slightly to cut the person off.

He mused in a slightly repressed tone: “The selfish don’t know enough of what leads to altruism. Who can say with certainty that he will live in the morro.”

Silence hanged in the air, before he said: “Much talking can be a source of danger.”

I noticed a tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. Another car squeezed in front of us.

“You filthy goat! How dare you rob me of my tranquillity?” screamed Lama suddenly.

The driver showed him the finger. Lama counted to 20. Then he turned the car around, drove against the traffic on the N1 for a moment, crashed through the barrier and skipped the island.

“What the hell are you doing Lama? Breathe!” I exclaimed while holding onto the dashboard.

He looked at me and said: “We’re going to the airport and then I’m going to the relative peace of quiet of Chinese oppression!”

All of us are human. All of us are frustrated. All roads lead to rage.

Deal with it.