He's Into Import and Export
What do you do?
“I’m into import and export.”
Right. That is huge like the sun, seen by kids in Ouagadougou and kids in Ulaanbaatar at the same time.
After that answer, there is reluctance to ask about goods he imports and exports. The silence is the fun part for the importer-exporter. He knew his answer will stop the inquisition. What he enjoys the most though, is guessing the questions snaking in the minds of his audience.
He must be a drug dealer. He knows it is the number one unspoken conclusion. After all, drugs are grown, processed, packaged and shipped from somewhere. The product is received and sold somewhere else. That is import and export isn’t it?
Humans? Is he exporting girls? The importer-exporter doesn’t like that guess work. He might not have a 9-5 job but he has a mother, sisters, aunts and cousins and he wouldn’t sell them for a billion dollars.
Import and export? He must be selling outdated guns to ambitious thugs that want to be presidents of certain countries. But how would he export them, don’t you need permits for that? No, not when you have dollars. You can bypass the paperwork, if you have that green paper.
The importer-exporter has had his fun. It’s time for the final curtain.
“I don’t have a passport. My import and export business is online”
By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.
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