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So after collecting our free coffee at Wimpy in Kenilworth Centre, my sister and I headed to Mitchell’s Plain to visit our aunty.

I felt a bit guilty about the way my last conversation with my aunty in Mitchell’s Plain had gone.

The two of us have not been getting on well during entire election seasons since 1994.  In case you don’t already know, my Mitchell’s Plain aunty says I think I’m black, because I support the ANC. 

According to her coloureds are coloureds and not black.

I told her to just look at the colour of my skin, but she hasn’t been buying that.

Since we’d all casted our votes early in the day when the lines were short – a family trait – my aunty suggested we go to a local shopping mall for a free Wimpy coffee.

We like free stuff in our family, something which we all chuckled about on our way to the mall.  My Mitchell’s Plain aunty didn’t think Wimpy would mind if her nieces had another free coffee.

After showing off the ink marks on our thumbs, my aunty and I settled on a bench in the mall while my sister browsed shoe stores.

We discussed the gorgeous weather Cape Town was blessed with on election day and we traded voting station stories.

She had been first in line at the local primary school in her corner of Mitchell’s Plain, something she was proud of – this after spending half the previous evening at the hairdressers to get her Helen Zille pouffe in shape.

We traded family gossip and discussed the Stormers.  She thinks Rassie Erasmus must go and that Jean de Villiers should rather be relieved of the captaincy!

Actually we had a very pleasant chat, then walked around a bit more before we had to head back home.

Not once did we talk about politics – that’s all in the past now.  We’re back to just being family.

Until next time – 2011 when local elections come around.