“Eish bafo, I went to see Lesego today and he is in very bad shape – that dude is ill, seriously ill”! These are the words uttered by a friend on a telecom. It’s been a while since I’d last seen him, or Lesego for that matter. In fact, the time I had last seen my friend was at my sister’s funeral in June. June 18 to be exact! Lesego is a friend of a friend and we’d met on numerous occasions before – mostly at social gatherings in the Eastern parts of Joburg and I’ve also visited his place. My fond memory of him was when we went out for drinks. Interestingly, both of them (Lesego and my friend) had never been to a cocktail bar before and had no clue what cocktails were or what they tasted like but they were most fascinated by the drink’s names. Lesego’s favourite was “Sex On The Beach” and I suppose this was largely due to the “Sex” bit on the drink’s name – “this says a lot about his character”, I remember thinking that to myself! My friend continues t...