On a rainy mid-week afternoon, I lay in wait with my eyes at the ‘Bus Station’ behind Afya House (in solidarity with the loutish touts who, with shouts and hue, will strip you back to the decency of nature), watching with hawk eyes, which female dressing can provoke a dressing down in town.
It was not long before I saw a young lady, with an ample behind, dressed in very tight Levis.