In the beginning only pristine white horses roamed the wild African terrain. One day a thirsty horse stumbled upon a fresh watering hole, fiercely guarded by a territorial baboon. A battled ensued. The baboon was kicked up its arse to a high-up koppie. The horse did not emerge unscathed. In the struggle it had fallen in enemy fire, and was forever-more branded by the hot coals. To this day baboons roam the koppies, their purplish-pink bruised bums a reminder of the War for the Watering hole. The white horse emerged victorious. But it had earned its stripes. Beer drinkers the world over enjoy the spoils.

Posted on October 28th, 2016 | By | In: Our Legend | Comments Off on Our Legend – Part 1