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Friday, May 18, 2012

Tselane on The Midnight Express; Part 4. The End

The door was locked from the outside, but could be opened from the inside without a key. It was not a sliding door, but a door which swung inwards on hinges. I have no choice. I have to wake them up. They must open up for me. Gladys said to herself. She banged her fists on the door until they were... Sign in to see full entry.

Tselane on The Midnight Express; Part 3

Tselane opened the door. A drunken lout stood in the doorway. “I have come to borrow a mug. Do you have a mug? I want to drink some orange squash. I can pay for it if you want me to.” He said. Gladys woke up from her slumber as Tselane was about to give the lout a mug. “Get lost, you bastard! What... Sign in to see full entry.

Tselane on The Midnight Express; Part 2

In front of her stood a hoary old geezer and a bent old lady with gnarled arthritic hands and a baby on her back. “Can we come in my child? Our legs are so tired from standing. Can we sit down with you for a little while until we reach Thaba Nchu and then we will get off?” the old woman said. “Have... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Tselane on The Midnight Express; Part1

Gladys glowered at the people in front of her. They were pushing each other and dragging their feet as they hauled their luggage up the stairs to the bridge over the platforms of the station. Some had tattered suitcases bursting at the seams. Others carried bawling babies on their backs and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Peasants and Pedagogues; Part 4. The End.

During this period Zuma disappeared several times into the house and each time he came back, he looked more and more flustered as the score went from two-one, two-two up to three-two in favour of Klaarwater United. “Why can’t you keep up with the rest of the band, you keep on running to the toilet.... Sign in to see full entry.

Peasants and Pedagogues; Part 3

“Dammit! He has run out on us.” The enraged Bigs cried out. He believed Zuma had sneaked away and made his way down to the river and his car to go and ‘rank’. “The greedy little bastard. Wait till I get my hands on him”. The MC approached the veranda, “I told you to start playing, what is the... Sign in to see full entry.

Peasants and Pedagogues; Part 2

Now invitations to play at important occasions like Mr. Zondo’s farewell were few and far between, and the cultured music Majola had referred to consisted of the three or four tunes we always practiced the night before the occasion we had been invited to. When we were called up at short notice and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Peasants and Pedagogues; Part 1

“Gentlemen, Mr. Zondo has invited our band to play at his farewell function tomorrow”, Mr. Kumalo, alias ‘Bigs’, announced one Friday morning as we gathered for tea in the staff room of St. Francis High, Mariannhill, where we taught. Mr Zuma, who played the tambourines in the band, and usually... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

THE TURTLE’S HEAD

Solomon, John’s supervisor was fed up. Enough was enough. John had persisted with his unacceptable behaviour even after he had given him the third and final warning. He had no choice but to charge him with misconduct. ‘Walking around the workplace with his hands in his pockets’ and ‘spending too... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 30, 2012

THE MARRIED BATCHELOR

Mabala, clerk at Consolidated Gold Mines in Johannesburg, phoned his wife Rebecca in Moruleng every month to find out how she and the children were doing. One day he phoned and instead of his wife answering the phone, a rough male voice said ‘Hullo, who is this?’ Mabala’s mouth fell wide open. He... Sign in to see full entry.

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