Chill

I have just seen the happiest man in Bellville, or even Cape Town.
I was waiting at the lights and he appeared, off the pavement, pushing his trolley. On the front of the trolley was a life-size raffia lions head, mane fluttering as he dodged around cars. His few belongings were in the trolley and of course the aerial attached to the handle had flags and ribbons. As he ran in front of my car he flashed me the broadest smile, teeth missing and a scrabby beard, sheer joy on his face.
I expect part of that happiness is that despite the big trolley he has no baggage.