to cry with little provocation. “Let’s Make The Mouse Cry” was a well-known game at Puso Ka Batho.
“I don’t know. I guess he wasn’t in the mood today.”
“What happened?” I asked, since I wasn’t an art student.
“He just sat there like a zombie or something, for the whole lesson. The only time he moved was to scratch himself,” Nono explained.
“Maybe he’s possessed by Gopolang’s thokolosi,” Duncan said smiling. “At least he wasn’t crying like usual.”
“I feel bad for him, actually. He’d be an okay teacher if it wasn’t for all his quirks. He used to be fine. I wonder what’s going on?” Nono said, then turned to me. “So, what’s up? You said you had something to talk to me about?”
“Ah … it was nothing really.” I looked at Nono to let her know this was not the time.
“Oh, I get it. It’s girl talk. What is it, Amo, you want to talk about John Gababonwe?” Duncan asked.
How would Duncan know about my crush on John Gababonwe? I was shocked! My eyes flashed at Nono, but she shook her head. Duncan saw it.
“No, no one told me. I have two eyes – I can see. I don’t know why you would waste time on someone like him anyway.” Duncan got up, collecting his book bag, heavy with the political tomes and newspapers he loved to study. “Go siame, girls. I’m outta here. Kamoso.”
Once I was sure he was out of hearing range I turned to Nono. “Eish, do you think everyone can see I’m in love with John Gababonwe? I think I want to die!” I fell back on the ground.
“No, I don’t think that. Duncan is your friend. He likely picked up clues. No one is paying any attention to you, Mrs. Gababonwe.”
“Stop it, that’s not funny. I’ve got serious things to discuss.”
“Okay. Whatzup?”
“It’s this Aunt Lulu thing. I think I’m seriously out of my depth.” I dug in my bag for the Aunt Lulu letter and handed it to Nono.
She read it with a very serious face.
“Do you see?” I said. “I told you it would be important stuff. I can’t do this. I could really mess up someone’s life. What do I tell this person?”
“I think it’s obvious – she must tell her mother. If her mother doesn’t listen, she must move on to another trusted adult. This is serious. This uncle is dangerous, there’s no knowing what he could do.”
Nono was right. This uncle was dangerous. I just hoped the mother would be able to see things clearly and give him the boot. But the other thing was, how would I know? How would I know if On the Way Out took my advice? How would I know if the mother listened? Would I have to live forever wondering what happened to On the Way Out?
This Aunt Lulu job was turning out to be very worrisome.
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