Zulus Again

I was in a Boeing 747 plane that took off from South Africa’s Johannesburg international airport en-route New York.

Also on board this plane were a black South African man and his little kid.

After about 4 hours into the journey, the pilot announced that the plane was over-loaded and losing height and there was the need to reduce the weight.

So, all the bags and baggage were off loaded.

After another 30 minutes, when the situation didn’t improve, the pilot announced that some people needed to be thrown out of the plane but this will be done in alphabetical order.

Hence he started thus:

“A Africans on board” No response.

“B Blacks on board” No response.

“C Coloured people on board” No response.

“D Dark skin people on board” No response.

Suddenly, the South African kid asked his father,

“Dad, aren’t we any of those”

The father replied,

“Shut up son, we are Zulus today.”