Above: Prince Khalid B. Jogo & Professor Akim, front and back (or back and front, I'm not entirely sure)
It's been a while since the universe has gifted me a great note from the city. Lately I haven't spent as much time wandering aimlessly around the centre of town trolling for handouts as I used to and very little (amusing) ephemera have been thrust under the windshield wiper of my unprotected parked car (irritating ephemera is another story entirely - I really should acquire a force field). It has made me feel disconnected to the witchcraft undercurrents of the city that are so fascinating and entertaining to the unenlightened.
Recently I had to visit Cape Town's southern suburb of Wynberg, which is far from the city centre and the usual hub of miraculous activities, yet, while unavoidably contributing my carbon to the great footprint at a robot[*] a handout was thrust towards my car. Unlike most motorists I always partake, for an employed paper thruster is not an unemployed snatcher and grabber, but I wasn't expecting anything more than the usual advertisements for cheap car tune ups and fractional-ownership property showcases.
In this instance, however, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a note from Prince Khalid B. Jogo and Professor Akim showcasing some of their advanced abilities (complete, for a change, with reasonable* consultation rates) and inviting me to make an appointment (handout required - perhaps it has magical powers. Or an embedded RFID tag). It is a treasure trove and I was quite delighted. In fact, there is very little for me to say about it - it really speaks for itself. Open up the high-res version if you can't make out the text on Blogger and don't forget to squint at the rather graphic photography. That was a first for me. Free porn, and no Internet required.
Gawd. Why does every second post of mine these days end with a reference to porn?
*Seriously - isn't eradicating your home of evil spirits and gaining permanent peace of mind actually rather priceless?