Ever since I started this blog a few months ago, I’ve been doing some investigating into the RHOA trip to South Africa. I’ve been turning over rocks and trying to make friends in South Africa with people who may know something. I’ve found out bits and pieces that when all weaved together tell a story. I’ve been waiting for more than a bit here and a piece there to get some more explosive insight as to what is going on. It’s been a very slow process. Sometimes, though I forget that I haven’t told you guys everything I know yet. Not so much because I am holding back but because I wanted to know more before I posted. I wanted to have the bigger picture.

So tonight, while trying to figure out what to blog about, I realized that there is a lot I haven’t told you. More than enough for a blog post, but not as much as I would like for there to be on this particular story. I wanted to have MORE. I am working on it. But for tonight, I’m just going to go ahead and tell you what I know about the whole scene from the next episode where Marlo goes off on Sheree for not inviting her to a party. Skip through the jump for the tea.

Kandi’s room in Law Hill Apts in Capetown

When the girls got to Cape Town, they stayed at Law Hill Luxury Apartments on the V&A Waterfront. These apartments are apartments but are rented like hotel rooms complete with maid staff and all the perks. They have spectacular views of the harbor and are pretty amazing. As much as I love mingling with the locals, I can totally see myself cooping up in this place and just enjoying the views from the balcony with a nice drink. Unfortunately, the RHOA chose to fight. One of the reasons I was waiting to post about this topic was because of the party in Llandudno . More than one source has told me that the party was held simply for filming. Clayton Morar, who is the celebrity expert of South Africa was the first to discuss the story here talks about a couple of people who attended but not much else.  The story I have for you tonight is that it was a Bravo show where they invited guests to the home of a person who I still have not identified for a filming complete with flame throwers and African drummers. The pretty much took ”tourist attractions” to someone’s private home OR a private home rented just because of the view and expanse of the home.

Which brings me to the central question of both this blog and Bravo in general. HOW STUPID IS BRAVO? First they want us to believe that Phaedra knows the King of Ghana,  Vice President of Ghana, but now they want us to believe that Sheree Whitfield knows someone in the chi,chi, chi, Beverly Hills, section of Cape Town?

The whole premise of the story, which is very reminiscent of when the RHONY went to Morocco and just happened to know someone there having a party, ROFLMAO is that Sheree is the one who knows someone rich in SA and didn’t invite Marlo the felon or Nene. Also we are led to believe that parties in SA include flame throwers and African drumming, much like every party in Atlanta includes charity auctions and fried chicken.  Once again, my soon to be ex imaginary gay boyfriend, Andy Cohen insults my intelligence.

It’s a staged party, a staged fight and a whole lot of manufactured bullshit. I do hope they give us a view from Law Hill and even the briefest glimpse of the real Cape Town. I imagine if they bother it will be in shots in between a bunch of women brawling on a whole new continent.  As a disclaimer, I would like to point out that Kandi Burruss seems to be embarrassed by the whole ordeal and trying to stay the hell out of all the drama. She also points out that it isn’t the smartest thing to do, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU LIVE IN ATLANTA, to call out the other chick in a verbal war to using “hanging out with faggots” as an insult. Especially when,  the person hurling that insult does a lot of gay events.  But, um, perhaps she won’t after this episode airs.  Because who wants someone with a felony record a mile long, who insults gays on national television to come to their event. Well, um there are some pretty hard up gay, black, male bloggers out there I guess. But still.

Gosh. I guess I did have a pretty good blog in me tonight after all. I just did it earlier than I planned. If you have read this far, and plan to use my blog for your own, please do the right thing and credit me. You won’t like me when I am angry. Especially if you use several months of my work to write some knockoff blog without crediting.