The following is from an email sent by a Wavescape reader in about 1999 or 2000. It still represents one of the richest pieces of South African surf writing you will find, densely packed with pure slang straight from the beach. Decipher this and your blood is truly Surf African. Can you do better? Click here and tune us!
What’s waaing eksê? This page makes me woes. You ous don’t have a span of words from Durban! A connection at graft dialled me into your website yesterday, and it made me lag. I am an expat from Durban, with a porsie in Sydney, Oz. It was kief to read this but made me mal that I couldn’t choon the ous at graft. Blind ekse.
So I chooned a connection from SA and we skeemed it would be cool to catch up and have a dop. Like all durban ous, we smaak to make a better, so I went for a trap and scored some bankies down the road.
We hadn’t checked each other since that time so we got fully dronk, made a few tings, and ended up way west. We trapped down the road fully goofed, scored some munchies and scooped a kief chow (no bunnies here, so we had a sosatie). The ou serving us schemed he was way to do, so we vloeked him and ducked.
Just in case, we roasted one more phat one and I went back to my porsie. My stukkie was woes, and charfed me that I’d pulled a blind action.
How’s this bru, the surf’s been doening it. It’s been firing, off its pip. I know I’m chooning you what what, but we are going to klap a mission tomorrow. Pull in eksê. Let’s go grind some barrels. If not, hope you okes get a couple. We might end up blasting a few dead bees as well. You check, it’s the old story, you get numb and waai surfing.