"Are you kidding? The OV’s are the best friends the Zulus have," she said. She was really only parroting what she’d heard about the proud eastern nation and the Oranje-Vrystaat. Never having been anywhere near either of those neighboring states, never having learned any history at any school, it was only what she’d heard on the streets. But she knew about the Zulus she’d seen in Cape Town, and they liked mixed-race faces about as much as she liked having her faced rubbed in drek.