I want to find the world where everything is right…
It’s a land far, far off into a galaxy unknown, where pants are overrated, and pangolins roam the ant-hill-covered fields of a peaceful 26°C landscape.
Cause here on this one… there is people. Bad people, evil people, gomgat people, gimmegimmegimme people. And they out rate the good people by two cheeks to one.
Pangolin.Africa is a registered non-profit organisation dedicated to the survival of the most highly trafficked wildlife species on Earth – the African pangolin.
Now, duh… you can help them by donating money (lest me repeat myself – look at the bottom of this email) or… NO! and…
You can become a pangolin guardian!
It takes a mere few minutes and you get a lekker superhero badge if you complete the questionnaire.
https://www.pangolin.africa/become-a-pangolin-guardian
I can recall all the spine-chilling stories I read about pangolin poaching, pickling and performance enhancers. But just know – the Asians are vreet-ing our pangolins at a rate faster than you can outlive this life.
China has joined the WORLD in banning the poaching and selling of pangolins, but nifty as their lust for scales – they have somehow found a loop hole. Pharmaceutical companies are still permitted to produce meds that contain pangolins. Hospitals (700 hundred hospitals to be exact) not only sell these products but also promote the use of ietermago-muti.
WHAT DA HECK?
WHAT DA HECK??
WHAT DA HECK???
…was mumbled under the breaths of many a first-time AntiPanter, when they saw Valerie and Esmeralde donning their dental floss and tiny price-stickers that nobody removed on the day they were born.
We gave everybody a few hours to strip their butts and line their stomachs with scrumptious croissants from Huckleberry’s Magnolia Dell. While Booga quickly Ubered a bottle of much need buttflap-encouragement called tequila.
From there we flooded the streets with varicose veins, cellulite, scars and stretch marks. Was it fear, disgust or amusement I saw in the pedestrians’ eyes?
What is the first rule of biking? Mmmmm?
‘DON’T FOLLOW CHIKITA!’
You can question the futility of this rule at a later stage, but she safely led the roaring hordes around traffic circles, over red robots, and past waving spietkops.
A quick stop for a halfway beer and pulling-sweaty-butts off hot sticky fake leather seats.
Last stop was at Mulligan’s Pub and Restaurant in Harties where there was an auction for amazing goodies sponsored by Daniel Mulder Distributors (www.dmd.co.za), Mabalingwe Lodge, Liezl Greyling, Kobus Jerling and Janine Peck.
There was so bliksems baie effort made by some folks, with washers pasted all over their helmets resembling scales, handmade pangolin dolls, scaly underwear, his and hers (Pietermagog and Tietermagog) hats and custom made t-shirts and onnas.
When the last penny was spent and the third splash hit the livers, the party turned into a festival of burnouts.
Thanx to the Photographers/Videographers:
- Hannelie van Schalkwyk (www.facebook.com/hannelie.schalkwyk)
- Donovan Fourie (www.facebook.com/donovan.fourie)
- Juan Mulder (www.facebook.com/DieStig)
Thanx to the almost-professional auctioneer:
- Donovan Fourie (www.facebook.com/donovan.fourie)
CHIKITA PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS:
What does it mean to drop your pants to save a pangolin? Well… not much, but we did raise R54 000 donated to Pangolin.Africa. Watch us danglin’ for the pangolin! Broeke lôs vir ietermagôs!
Video produced by Jolandi Mentz (19 Jan 2025)
