What do you do when your father, the reverend, arrives at your student flat and tells you to drive with him to Beaufort West because a messiah has been spotted there? Of course it is completely out of the question – way out of the question. However, you had just recently driven your Golf into the back of a little Jack and Jill Driving School car, and your girlfriend has suddenly informed you the two of you can’t go to Struisbaai alone anymore. So you get into your father’s old Merc and you listen to the religious station and to his gripes about all the wrongs of the country. At least he allows you to play your Gert Vlok Nel CD occasionally, and the cellphone in your pocket vibrates with an SMS from your girlfriend every now and then. But then, just as fast as an oldish Merc can cruise along the N1, just as quickly matters get incredibly complicated. You discover that your father keeps a pistol in the cubbyhole, that your dearest mother – the reverend’s wife! – hangs out with a woman who doesn’t wear a bra, and that your girlfriend wants to get away from it all for a while, especially from you. To top it all, someone phones your father on his cellphone to tell him the messiah you’re on your way to meet is a black boy.