When I was in primary school, don’t actually know how old I was properly around 12, my parents threw a party, for which back in the day they where famous for. I come from a big extended family and in the days that everyone was talking too each other we would have friends and family over for any occasion we could. We had dress ups, Halloween parties where the whole house would be turned into a giant cave with hot ice bellowing out of the giant caldrons (before smoke machine days) and my dad dressed like a mummy popping out of the make shift coffin (since we didn’t actually have a real one) as people walked in through the candle lit drive way. Needless to say it was always fun and full of people, the one year going back to when I was twelve wasn’t a dress up or anything but it was cool, my cousin who was a DJ at the time had bought all his stuff around, spit braai was on and everyone was getting along having a good time, as the party started to die down in the early hours of the morning and some people left, and some people just slept where they could,
There was a group of us that stayed up in the outside room, If I recall it was my cousin the DJ, a family friend called Phillip (A quite Afrikaans farmer from Britz) and of course me. We stayed up all night talking rubbish and messing around, there was one 2l coke left from the party that we where saving for some unknown reason. Just one of those things. Phillip was in charge of the coke, and he lay reading his comic book all quietly and reserved while we decided to have some fun. We had for an unknown reason yet again had an one apple with us and some thinners. So my brother pours some thinners over the apple and I light it in the sink, it was cool to say the least. It went up in a ball of flames but it was short lived with very little flame much to our disappointment. So we decide to do it again, only this time my brothers hand is a bit heavy and the thinners goes everywhere over the sink, I am thinking it cant be that bad can it. Wrong again, the whole sink went up in a huge flame, forget the apple trapped inside there somewhere. Phillip jumped so high I thought he was going to hit the roof, he grabs the sacred coke and starts throwing it onto the flames, by this time my cousin is grabbing all his DJ equipment that just happens to be positioned right next too the inferno. I run out side to get the dogs bowl of water and start throwing it on the fire to make it go out. By this time as in slow motion the kitchen lights turn on and my mom starts to make tea and coffee for the ever awakening quest, little does she know there is black smoke bellowing out of the outside room, the roof is black, the chrome finish of the taps are no longer existent. So there we stood among the debris with no coke, laughing a little that we where still alive and certain of impending doom. When the smoked cleared we decided to tell our apple story and to our surprise it went down fairly well. Perhaps it was the fact that it was sunrise, or that they hadn’t actually seen the damage yet, we survived to live another day.
