The beautiful and rare Cape snows are marred by the deaths of flood and cold victims.
South Africa’s Mother City,
All powdered in white,
Surprised her many children,
Who were astounded by the sight.
“The cougar looks good,”
Thought the young cities all round,
As the old Madam readied a clean white cloth,
For breakfast at her Table mound.
Her pristine visage, though,
Hid a far colder demeanour,
As her houseworker, Khayelitsha,
Toiled out in the floods and snow.