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Contents
Dedication vii
1. Nkomo Street 1
2. The Park 14
3. Congress Matters 23
4. Azikwelwa! 45
5. School 60
6. Song of the Women 67
7. Potatoes 77
8. Children of Paradise 85
9. The Rainbow Children of God 104
Glossary 113
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Nkomo Street
‘Gerty, I don’t know how many times I must tell you not to send the
child!’ my mother said.
‘Ngumntan’ otheni lo ongathunwya?’ 1 MaNgwanya asked.
‘I’m not saying that you can’t send the child, but not with money.
Don’t come to me when he loses it!’
But that never deterred MaNgwanya, who lived across the street
from us. Her name was Gerty. I don’t know how she got a name like
that one. But everybody called her by her clan name, MaNgwanya,
except my mother, whenever they had an argument.
When my mother was away at work she often left me in Ma-
Ngwanya’s care, especially when she was running late. That meant
I did pretty much as I pleased until my mother came back or
MaNgwanya sent me somewhere, which she frequently did.
MaNgwanya was the social live wire of Nkomo Street, Brakpan
Old Location’s busiest and longest street. She had no husband. My
mother, who liked to pepper her speech with English expressions I
did not always understand, called her a ‘window’ or something.
MaNgwanya didn’t have any visible source of income, either. She didn’t
sell, the way Aunt Violet did. Her place was more like a social club,
where everyone brought their own stuff. She played gramophone
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2. Congregation
3. Betting on numbers
4. Three pence (pennies)
5. Sixpence
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safety of the fowl run, my dog Mninawe beside me for company and
comfort.
Since I couldn’t very well sleep in the fowl run and I was dying of
hunger, I had no alternative but to come out of hiding eventually.
‘Where have you been unuka okwenkukhu nje?’10 my mother asked
me, as soon as I set foot on her red and shiny stoep.
‘MaNgwanya sent me,’ I said, afraid to raise my voice.
‘Well, she was here looking for you,’ my mother said. ‘That must
be her, staggering into the yard now.’
My timing was rotten. MaNgwanya walked into the house, huffing
and puffing ferociously like a khuchukhuchu11 engine. Even by the dim
candlelight you could see her grey and cracked legs that she never
oiled.
‘Is he back?’ she asked, as if I wasn’t standing right in front of her.
‘He’s here alright,’ my mother said.
‘Did you bring my parcel?’ MaNgwanya asked me.
I looked at the floor.
‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘Will you answer me?’
‘I lost the money on the way,’ I said, so softly I could hardly hear
myself.
‘You lost my whole five shillings and sixpence?’
‘Didn’t I tell you not to give him money?’ my mother said.
‘Who is going to refund me?’ MaNgwanya asked.
‘How many times must I tell you not to send the child with
money?’
Whenever the argument reached that point I knew it was mostly
over, like a Highveld storm that had run its course.
of them drop. You could only buy them in town and I was too small
to be sent that far.
I was ready to sprint outside but MaNgwanya had other plans for
me.
‘Go and buy some boerewors from Zulu’s butchery,’ she told me,
before I could so much as take the first step.
Then she spat on the floor, as was her custom when she sent me
somewhere. ‘And you must be back before this dries up!’
She was about to hand me money but thought better of it.
Grabbing hold of me, she put the coin, wrapped in paper, into my
trouser pocket instead. ‘Don’t go yet!’ she yelled, seeing me about to
dash out. She fetched a safety pin and fastened the pocket of my khaki
shorts: ‘Now you can go.’
I bolted out like a racehorse from the stocks.
‘There’s one shilling and sixpence in your pocket,’ she shouted
after me. ‘Don’t you go and lose it!’
The shops were on Mogotsi Street. I went up Nkomo, down
Mbambo and across to Mogotsi. I didn’t notice my dog Mninawe
following me until I was on my way back again.
On Mbambo Street a football match was starting. They were setting
up goalposts. I stopped to play.
A funeral procession went past. We all sat down as it wound its
way slowly up Mbambo and into Magagula, on the way to All Saints
Anglican Church.
I had shoes on because my parents never allowed me to walk
barefoot when I left home. But no one in their right senses played
football with a tennis ball while wearing shoes. The shoes came in
handy, though, in marking out goalposts. We put one shoe on each
side and the goalkeeper stood between them. To score, you had to
kick the ball past the goalkeeper and between the shoes. Since we had
no referee, judging whether the ball had gone between the shoes or
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over one shoe could be cause for lively dispute. But love for the
beautiful game usually prevailed to ensure that we reached compromise
solutions that even the great King Solomon, had he been referee, could
never have devised. Ma’am Walaza taught us all about King Solomon,
and how he tried to cut babies in half. I really felt for the children of
Israel.
I put the meat parcel under one of my shoes and under the other,
Toko placed his prized shirt that his mother had brought him from
her European employers. That way, the goalposts became more visible.
I could not tear myself away from the game, which went on
interminably, until the other boys started to go home one by one.
When there was no one left, I went to pick up my shoes and left for
home. At the corner of Nkomo and Mbambo, just near the single
men’s quarters we called emaSingilini, I remembered the meat parcel
and went back to fetch it. But it wasn’t there any more.
Toko, who had left his shirt behind, came by.
‘Did you see the meat I put here?’ I asked him.
‘Wrapped in brown paper?’
‘Yes. Did you see it?’
‘That’s the brown paper your dog was playing with,’ he said.
Ooh, boy! The fowl run was beckoning. My shoes under my
armpits, I went home by a roundabout route that took me down
Kgoadi Street. I sneaked into our backyard across the fence between
our house and Sipho’s, and headed for the fowl run.
My mother was back from work. I could hear the usual argument
going on in the living room.
‘Isn’t he back yet?’ MaNgwanya kept asking.
‘Gerty, where did you send the child this time?’
‘I sent him to the shops,’ MaNgwanya said.
‘And you gave him money again?’
‘I don’t buy on credit!’
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I untied the safety pin from my pocket and unfolded the sixpence.
‘Let me buy it for you,’ Toko offered.
I handed him the money. But Toko bought paraffin worth a tickey
only. When I complained he told me not to worry, he’d show me
how to top up the bottle. With the change he bought two fat cakes
and mangola.16 We walked out and feasted happily on the way home.
At the communal water tap near to his house,Toko stopped to top
up the paraffin.
‘It’s the same thing,’ he told me.
I had my doubts. But Toko was worldly-wise beyond his years and
inspired confidence even in the most hopeless situations.
‘Aren’t you coming?’ I asked him as he gave me back the paraffin
bottle.
He shook his head. ‘I’ll wait for you at home,’ he said, jumping the
fence as usual instead of going in by the gate.
I got back without mishap and handed MaNgwanya the paraffin
bottle. I watched her pour the liquid into the primus stove and waited
to see what would happen. Nothing did. She struck match after match
but the primus stove wouldn’t light. She emptied the entire match
box, cursing all the while in a way that made my mother clap me on
the head whenever I pretended I was MaNgwanya and spoke like
that.
‘Where did you buy this paraffin?’ MaNgwanya asked me.
I told her.
‘They’re such bloody cheats these days, they’ll sell you water. Thixo
wa MaNgwanya!’17 I held my breath, lest I betray anything. But without
19. Tapeworm
20. Mother of
21. Round worm