THE INTRIGUING HISTORY OF MS GLADYS DONGO

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Date: 1999/06/09

Members would have been disappointed at the news that the appearance of Gladys and Janice at the Annual Convention had been cancelled due lack of funds. Negotiations are under way to secure the services of one Irene Malin, who's pretty gorgeous - I finally clicked on her website and can confirm this. She will definitely look better on a bicycle made for two than our Gladys.

But back to Gladys. Sensational news has just broken in Bulawayo. Apparently Gladys, like the famous Macduff, was "not of woman born." She was cloned, in a laboratory, from genetic material, otherwise known as DNA.

Behind the revelations is a story that would do a modern thriller writer proud. It all began last summer, when Gladys was guiding her tandem down Christmas Pass, overtaking a truck, while singing "Sometimes, I feel, like a Motherless Child."

The truckdriver, Mr Phineas "Sugar" Demerara, is a keen amateur anthropologist, and he was immediately struck by the interesting features of the rider of the bicycle. "Dat jus got to be one motherless child," he declared to himself. "And fatherless too, unless I be much mistaken."

A short while later, he had the opportunity to meet personally with Gladys, when, on sweeping into the leafy streets of Mutare, she failed to notice a stop sign, and T-boned an Emergency Taxi full of early morning commuters on their way to the abbatoir.

"The carnage was frightful," recalled Demerara later. "Only nine of the passengers escaped serious injury, the remaining twenty-seven being admitted to Mutare Hospital with injuries ranging from broken limbs to apoplexy."

Fortunately, Gladys herself was unscathed, although the front wheel of the tandem was badly damaged. Over drinks at the local shebeen, Demerara was able to establish that she had no recollection of childhood at all. She "thought" she was born in Bulawayo, but appeared to believe that she had just come into existence one morning, aged twenty-four.

Demerara was intrigued, and determined to follow up. Armed with only the address of a cheap nightclub in Kumalo, he traced Gladys' various places of residence back to 1995.

His search brought him finally to the office of the man who had created her: Professor Isosceles Vilikazi, chief researcher in the consumer products division of Haddon and Sly, who have a top, top, secret laboratory, the existence of which is known to absolutely no one except a handful of authorised personnel, at Nyamandhlovu on the Vic Falls Road, just past the 36 kay peg, on the left hand side, behind the third tambuti.

"I wanted to make a perfect human being," he confided. "So I got hold of some genetic material, and a paperback called, "How to Clone your own Sheep", authored by the white racist colonial fascist exploitative doctors who created Dolly in the UK.

But where did Prof Vilikazi get his genetic material? If Gladys is a clone, then of WHOM is she supposed to be a clone?

Well, it turned out that Vilikazi believed that the Matabele blood had been diluted too much over the last century, and he was determined to find a true Zulu. During a trip to South Africa, he was able to purloin a comb from Dr Nkosozana Zuma's hairdresser, which provided the necessary sample.

What he had not expected, however, was that the comb contained DNA from about a hundred other human specimens as well. Instead of cloning just the redoubtable Zuma, the experiment incorporated DNA from a vast cross section of Johannesburg residents, including some extremely large Mama's, and at least one illegal alien Shangaan warrior.

"But how did she come to be so short, then?" asked Demerara.

Vilikazi explained that the hairdresser was not the original owner of the comb. Apparently it had been pickpocketed from a well known circus dwarf known as Sixpence the Clown.

The meeting was terminated when Demerara suggested that the Professor must have been very disappointed with the results. Vilikazi retired, deeply wounded. Apparently, he had thought that the whole thing had worked out better than planned, not worse.

It is not known whether or not any more prototypes are planned. However, it is to be hoped that Professor Vilikazi will henceforth go for less well-utilised combs.

Demerara is shortly to publish a paper, with the working title of "Clone or Crone, the saga of Gladys Dongo."

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