With arms up in the air...

The temperature had dropped to a chilly 4 degrees Celsius and the clock was showing 23H45 in a gleaming luxury car as it zoomed past a township.

The passengers had lent their heads back and closed their eyes after being satiated by a feast for the eyes... a West End Show of glamour and glitz and Cadbury's Nutties. The driver glanced across at the outskirts of the township and saw a blazing fire. For a moment concerned, for surely that fire if unattended would torch the surrounding shacks! But on closer inspection it was obvious that circled around it were Friday night revellers with arms up in the air as if in praise of a God who seemed to have forsaken them and all who dwelled in this shanty town! Or maybe they were just having a good time with friends and a couple of beers, singing township songs that prompted a little dance of sorts?

Further on there seemed to be a flurry of activity as a young man start to run as his friends took after him. Were they too fooling around after a long hard week or was there something more sinister going on? Because surely the surroundings were only conducive to prompt evil-doings and not foolery?

The scene flashed past, that the thoughts did not linger for more than a moment and then it was onto the more affluent suburbs and the crowd around the fire and the youngsters fooling around were dismissed but not forgotten...