Every Friday evening after work, Gamat would braai a big, fat juicy steak. But his neighbours, being Catholic and therefore not allowed to eat meat on a Friday, suffered agonies of temptation as the delicious aroma carried on the evening breeze.
They persuaded the priest to try and convert Gamat, and the priest was successful in doing so.
When Gamat attended mass, the priest sprinkled holy water over him and said: You were born a Protestant, raised a Protestant, but now you are a Catholic.
Everybody was delighted, but when Friday night came, the wonderful aroma of grilled steak again wafted over the neighbourhood. The priest rushed into Gamat’s garden just in time to see him clutch a small bottle of holy water, sprinkling it over the grilling meat and chanting:
Djy was gebore ‘n bees, djy was raised ‘n bees, maar nou is djy ‘n snoek!
