A flight going from Cairo to Johannesburg was about half-way through their trip. Out of the blue, the captain made a startling announcement,
"Folks, it seems as though we are having some engine troubles. Now please remain calm, and we'll have an update in 15 minutes."
Obviously everyone is freaking out. 15 minutes go by. Captain makes another announcement.
"Ok seems as though one of our engines has failed. We are going to make a landing at the nearest airstrip. We'll give you another update in 15 minutes."
People are still freaking out. Another 15 minutes go by. Captain makes his announcement.
"It seems as though the second engine has failed and we're losing altitude quickly. We will be throwing out the luggage to lighten our load. Hopefully this helps our situation."
Utter pandemonium in the cabin. The captain's voice hushes the people.
"It seems as though we are still quickly losing altitude. We do have emergency parachutes, but only enough for a certain amount of passengers. Now to be fair, we will call upon passengers alphabetically. If your group is not called, then you will receive a parachute. Sound good?"
The passengers begrudgingly agree.
"Now, A, will all the Africans please raise your hand."
No one moves a muscle.
"Ok... B, will all the blacks please raise your hand."
Again, no one moves.
"Fine, C, will all the Coloureds raise your hand."
Still, nobody raises their hands.
A young boy, confused, looks around, and nudges his dad.
"Dad, dad, aren't we all of those?"
"Shhhh, son, quiet, we are Zulu."
