I have a dream. I have a dream that one day all the colours of this great nation will co-exist in harmony on the same colour chart.
I have a dream that Amper Wit will stand alongside Buster Brown; that Piet Pompies will dwell in peace with Pap en Wors; that Babalas Green and Lammie Blou will see eye-to-eye despite their differences in hue.
I have a dream that all the colours of the rainbow – red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet – will come to seem dull when we stop to look at the true range of shades and tints and blends that make us what we are.
A nation of colours. A colourful nation. A nation that dips its brushes into the palette and paints the canvas with vigour and passion, until someone else comes along and throws some other colours on top of that and we have to start all over again.
I have a dream that one day…sorry, what? Oh, I’ll take five litres of Fur on the Dash, please, and a small tin of Skerp Skiet Piet. And can I keep this colour chart? Great, thanks. I think I’m going to get it framed.