saw this on vonbrandis’s photo stream and it brought barbie streisand alive in my mind singing that song ‘Memories’:
the OK bazaar reminds me of a simpler time:
Like that one time we stopped off in that small town
on the way to/from a holiday
We realized that towns in South Africa are not like the cities
Nobody is ‘deadline-driven’
Most people are ‘dop-system’ driven,
Hanging around on the pavements
Outside the OK Bazaars.
Long before Mr Price,
And a little before the glory-days of Game
(5 chocolates for the price of 2),
We could sit around on pavements, ‘dreaming of London’,
Buying Blush magazine, crème-soda and candied almonds
From the OK Bazaars.
You’d go there to get your new school shoes
And your pressed polyester school dress / shirt / shorts
They offered not only Tough-ees,
But also a cheaper alternative with nicer tear-drops
And thicker soles,
There, at the OK Bazaars.
Then along came Hyper-Rama
With their hey-days and their black-and-white knockouts,
Zany Charlie Chaplin vibes,
And then their hey-day would come back again,
And then there was Game,
So pink, so black,
And everybody just forgot
About the OK Bazaars.