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Trigga Mphufane XV

YOUNG MASHOBANE: Diary

Yale Spinara
6 JUNE · PUBLIC

(CHAPTER ONE)

Hola , I am now in the middle of the biggest

heist ever in the history of South Africa. As we
speak I am surrounded by every defence force
of this country , I am even live on every
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My name is Letlhogonolo Dire but I'd prefer if

you refer to me as “Young Mashobane"
Because that's what everyone calls me. I was
born in Soshanguve (Jukulyn) but grew up in
Mabopane (Block B) . My parents moved to
Mabopane as soon as I was born because they
thought Jukulyn was an unfriendly
environment and they didn't want their one &
only child to be raised in such an environment
Because they feared that I might turn out to be
a small time thug with no purpose in life.
Unfortunately I turned out exactly as what my
parents feared I would turn out to be , A
THUG. Mom & Dad did everything in their
power to make sure I get a good life. Mom was
a maid in Soshanguve (Block VV) and my dad
didn't have a stable job but he made things
possible so in other words neele lespinara (he
was a street hustler) but he never resorted to
crime no matter how bad things got , he would
rather get on his knees & pray about it than to
commit crime. Both Their efforts were enough
to get me to a private school. I was not that
smart but I was trying & even though I failed
twice my parents never gave up on me nor
made me feel like a failure , they would
encourage me to feel better when I failed and
also go all out to get me a tutor. My dream was
to make them proud one day. I had dreams but
they were all taken away from me. I was 18
years old & in Grade 10 , I remember the day
like it was yesterday when my life completely
changed. It was a beautiful Sunday morning &
it was my father's birthday , I woke up early
that day to cook his favourite meal and make
his birthday a happy one Because my parent's
happiness meant a lot to me. By 9am I was
done cooking and I put all the food in the
fridge , prepared him a proper breakfast and
prepared warm water for him to take a bath
after eating breakfast so we could go to church.
He was so excited and couldn't even hide it , he
ate and prepared for church. He took out his
best suit that he wore occasionally , he would
wear that suit when he went to important
places only and he would wear it like 4 times a
year so that showed me how much he was
happy that day. My mom had went to work to
ask for a day off and told us she'll find us at
church so when my dad woke up she was
already gone. I also prepared myself to go to
church , I took a bath and also wore my best
clothes , It all felt like Christmas Day. We
finished preparing then took off , church was a
few kilometres away so we travelled by foot. On
our way to church my dad wouldn't stop
thanking me for what I had done for him that
morning and I also thanked him for being the
best dad ever and he went on to say that he
can't wait to taste the food I prepared for him
and if it was by him he would skip church that
day just to feast on that meal then we laughed
about it. Out of nowhere came this black BMW
with tinted windows as me and my dad were
about to cross the road and we were a few
metres away from church. It all happened so
fast but I ironically saw everything in slow
motion. The car came in such speed as if it was
running away from the police and to our
surprise it slowed down when it was
approaching us and the guy inside rolled down
the window as he yelled “Ashii mpyela eng
pethileng zaka murr (Here's that bastard that
stole my money)” and he was pointing at my
father. I turned to my father and you could tell
by his facial expression that he was drowning
In confusion and didn't know what was
happening , he looked at me and I could see
fear in his eyes and before he could turn his
head again to look at the car nor explain that
there is a misunderstanding and that he
confuses him with someone else , the guy's
other hand left the steering wheel as it reached
for the passenger seat and pulled out a gun as
the other hand was still keeping balance on the
steering wheel. He took out the gun and fired 3
bullets that went straight to my father's head
and then he fastened the car with the same
speed as it came with. It all looked surreal as I
watched my father helplessly fall to the ground
, his favourite and best suit was covered in
blood , his eyes were wide open and his eye
balls were stand still and I knew that I had just
lost my father in the most tragic way. I cried
my lungs out as I got on my knees , picked him
up placed his head on my chest to balance it.
My best outfit was also covered in blood but I
didn't care. Few minutes later a taxi stopped at
the other side of the road near the church's
gate then someone got off & the taxi drove off.
It was my mom carrying this beautifully
decorated cake with my father's name on it
hoping to find us in church but as soon as the
taxi she was in drove off she could see what
was happening on the other side of the road. I
could see her beautiful smile turn upside down
from a road away as she was looking at the
scene. She couldn't believe what she was seeing
and as she was approaching the scene she
could see clearly what was happening. My
father's head was still balanced on my chest
with tears rolling down my face. Her walking
speed ascended by every step she took , the
cake she had slipped fell & to the ground as she
ran to us. She didn't even care if the cars on the
road hit her , she crossed the road without
looking sideways Because her eyes were glued
to us and tears started running down her face
like an uninvited flood caused by melting
glaciers as she got closer to us and she bursted
into the loudest cry/wail that made people
gather around us like an audience watching a
play at the theatre and a few metres away I
heard sirens indicating that the police was
approaching our scene It was the most sad
scene ever in Mabopane. From there I knew my
life was gonna change forever. The way things
happened so fast & sudden that I couldn't even
grasp the face of my father's killer but as the
car drove off I managed to see the scar on his
left cheek and also managed to see the number
plate that I still remember to this day , it was
“BJ 43 KW GP". Something inside me broke
that day , a part of me died with my father and
the only thing I had in my mind was
REVENGE! My father was laid to rest with
dignity and a large number of people came to
pay their last respect even people that didn't
know him personally. I was there under this
mini tent with distant family members & my
mother who couldn't hold her tears back & you
could tell by her eyes that she has been crying
for way too long , they were swollen. I thought I
had made peace with my father's death until
they rolled the coffin and it hit me that I am
never going to see my father ever again , reality
hit me once again and my tears started rolling
down as slow as my father's coffin and when
my cousin tapped me on my shoulder to give
me a tissue to wipe mu tears I turned to him
and before I could get to him I was disturbed
by this car that was passing , it was a Black
BMW with tinted windows that looked exactly
like the one that my father's killer was in. It
was slowly moving behind other cars cause
there's always a convoy at the gravesite road. I
slowly got up with my eyes glued to the car ,
everyone turned to me and the pastor stopped
preaching and also shifted his focus on me.
Everyone was wondering what was going on
with me , I wiped my tears and all that was left
in my eyes was rage and anger. I ran to one of
the policemen that escorted our family car ,
grabbed and pull his gun then ran to the black
BWM to get my revenge. They tried to stop me
& everyone was screaming & yelling trying to
warn me to stop but I didn't want to listen to
any of them. I got to the car and knocked on
the driver's side as I pointed the gun towards it
, he slowly rolled down the window and I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. Few
seconds later 2 gunshots were fired , PA ! PA !

TO BE CONTINUED…..