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henry10 08-Nov-11, 06:58 |
 Chess & Love |
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henry10 08-Nov-11, 07:24 |
Chess, Love in the slow lane of the fast-food joints When Denzil and I founded EDIS, we had to do so with my salary of R1,850 per month.I had just lost my empire I build up in the shoe industry(shoe factories) which I started as a poor white with very litle venture capital as a b-com student in Stellenbosch.To cut a long story short; The poor management(vanity,excessive ego and shwarfness) of my early life success harmonized with the compulsory military encounters brought about bankrucy and I was employed as a "senior clerk" in the Department of Industry. So we had no money and had to be very innovative by running our business from a fast food chain where to coffee was bottomless and the waitresses very sensual.That gave us an office for R3.5 per day(half a dollar)... bottomless cuppa coffee.From 9 am until 12 pm we had an office!!!Denzil ran the morning shift and I joint him in my lunch break and then after work again until midnight. In between writing submissions and delivering it to the Union Buildings(The offices of the presidency) which was within walking distance we played chess profusely. Playing chess and working all day long in a fast food was frowned upon by management, to say the least, as it drastically made indents in their profits.Also using it as a boardroom for meetings with leaders from the townships (in the then capital of apartheid) brought about un-obscured threats from the patrons.Anyway they slowly became got used to us as a necessary evil that found a week-spot in their menu that stated the coffee was bottomless and constituted a contact of sorts.They couldn't do much about it as I was friends in my vanity days with the founder of the franchise. While playing chess one day and when it was "down time " there was no other customers.My ,now wife and a shrink by profession then, walked into the restaurant. As she walked in I said to Denzil "That is going to be my wife..watch" She stopped at our table and stared at the chess game for a long time.She is not the flirting type at all!!She now divulged to me that she could`nt believe the piles of documents picture of indulgement and com padre she sensed amongst 2 friends that were clearly on a mission. "What on earth are you two doing playing chess in a cafe? Helen asked bemused. Now I am a great Bob Dylan protegee and immediately stole the best ever opening move you can make on a woman you want to become your future wife;" ..AND WHAT IS A SWEAT-HEART LIKE YOU DOING IN A DUMP LIKE THIS,MAME?!" She blushed and walked away more confused .We were later asked to join her and her friend.I gave her my black bishop and wrote her a note to accompany it reading"From now on I shall not be able to move a single move without you" We are now happily married for 19 years and she is the Chairman of our company and my full time shrink. |
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Hi Henry Unfortunately I have a gutter mind and thought fleetingly that you giving her your black bishop was some sort of euphemism I love the note, very romantic! |
