Free State, South Africa 2011
Uncommonly beautiful people wield power—their attractiveness being some kind of innate social capital. That beauty can command indulgences and empower much whether for good or ill. For the latter just ask anyone on the receiving end of the super model tantrums of Naomi Campbell. Given all this, it is a pleasure to experience anyone unchanged by the great wealth of their great beauty.
The Paint Shop on the main street of Ficksrus, a faded farming town in the platteland of South Africa’s Free State, is an unlikely spot for great beauty but the guy manning the counter looks like’s he’s been called up by central casting for either a male model or a rock star. There is no attitude attached, either. My questions are answered and the paint is readied without any lack of sincerity behind the kind helpfulness. I’m also here because he’s known to be a musician who plays in a band available for private parties. Yes, he does play “secular” music but really his heart is in gospel.
Yes, gospel.
I can play whatever you wish, Sir. But gospel is what moves me and I’d do that for free for just about anyone. I like US gospel and South African gospel also, it is the music that speaks to my heart. Can I help you to the car with your paint, Sir?
I have to admit to being humbled by this modesty and virtue. Who says beauty has to be a tyranny?