Black Beauty

Bridget Masinga is sitting here, all coy and girlish. We are talking about how her life has changed since reaching the finals of Miss South Africa (she ended up with the second princess sash). She is laughing as she re-tells this story about misbehaving in Sun City (``a three month paid holliday’’ is how she puts it).
We’re at Primi Piatti – the one next to the Y-fm offices near the escalators to the Zone. As we sit there, throngs of people are walking up and down those escalators, some pointing at this black goddess with the cherubic cheeks and the legs that go on like railway tracks. But she doesn’t seem to notice.
And then it suddenly dawns on me, looking at this woman who many believe should have been the 2003 Miss SA: I’m thinking, thank God she didn’t win.
See, Bridget can still pursue her social upliftment projects (she’s just come back from Kenya to build a relationship with the Women for Women organisation which helps abused women move from being ``vict...