reason. It’s a feeling that takes you through the day and makes you excited about life. On Wednesday, 1 October 2003, I woke up feeling like this.
At about half past eight I jumped out of bed, looking forward to the day ahead. The guys had already all gone to work, leaving only Bongani, Khanyisa and myself in the flat, and it was quiet as the other two were still sleeping.
I stepped outside and felt the warm Johannesburg sunshine, took a deep breath of morning air and told myself that this would be a good day for me. Then I looked up at the sky. It was clear but there was one little dark cloud that hung there like a misplaced dirty sock in the kitchen. This little cloud was starting to spread and it was spoiling what was otherwise promising to be a beautiful day. In our culture they regard a dark cloud as a sign that somebody is about to die, but it is also a clear sign that it is about to rain and rain is a symbol of new life. Because of this I didn’t know how to interpret the sky and went inside.
I had called my parents the previous day to let them know that I was in Johannesburg. They knew my reasons and never had a problem with my being in Jozi as they knew my friends. My mother had answered the phone. Usually she is always happy to hear my voice over the phone, but this particular day she didn’t sound happy at all, even though I had recently deposited some money for her. In fact, she sounded very worried.
“Sisi, you sound uncomfortable, is there anything bothering you?” I asked.
“Nothing, mntwan’am, there is no problem with me, just look very well after yourself whilst you are still there,” she replied.
However, even though my mother didn’t seem happy, she wished me well in my endeavours and thanked me for the money that I had deposited for them. I knew that I had her blessings and prayers. I had an urge to talk to my father and my brothers as well, but my mother was the only one at home so I said my goodbyes.
After speaking to my mother I had gone to the employment agencies again to see if they didn’t have any more vacancies. By this stage I had managed to secure an appointment with an IT manager from one of the companies I had visited in Kempton Park. The appointment for an interview was scheduled for that coming Friday. I was really looking forward to impressing them, but that didn’t mean that I could stop looking.
After I had finished at the last agency I decided to go to Wits University and visit their careers centre. I was hoping to get some advice. That is where I met Mthetho, a friend who had also studied at UWC. He was working as a clinical psychologist and lecturer. He took me to his office, where we chatted for hours, reminiscing about our days back in the Cape and our future ambitions. We shared a common goal, that of putting our humble backgrounds behind us and putting our beloved Eastern Cape on the map.
I had really enjoyed seeing the success that Mthetho had made of himself, but Tuesday had been a busy day and I had decided to take it easy that Wednesday morning. Bongani wanted to take a stroll into town and visit his girlfriend who stayed in a small suburb called Delville, on the outskirts of Germiston, and I decided to go with him.
On our way back, I received a call from my friend who stayed in Five. She asked me when I was planning to visit them, so I told her that I would as soon as my friends came back from work. I was keen to see Five again because the first time I had visited Gauteng, in 2000, I had shared a two-bedroom shack there with Khaya, Siviwe and Zolisa. Five was the first place that I had known in Gauteng and I had made lots of friends in the area. The place was a hive of activity and the people were so positive about life despite their circumstances. People came from all walks of life, with different cultures and languages, but they all mingled together and took care of one another. They would call one another makhi, meaning “good neighbour”, and everyone knew everyone else.
I remember one day while I was staying there, the community had gathered to support one boy who had passed his matric with an exemption. The young man’s parents could never afford to send him to university, but the community had managed to raise some funds to send the boy to study further.
It is true that there were also a lot of shebeens in Five, but I hardly saw any crime of any kind amongst the community members and, in all the days that I stayed there, I don’t remember seeing any violence. There was always a good atmosphere in the area, so good in fact that you would go to town and rush back as soon as you finished your shopping just to enjoy the place. You didn’t have to wait for an invitation to go to any party in the neighbourhood, you could just rock up and the partygoers would just welcome and entertain you. The people were true to themselves and nobody looked down on anyone else.
So you must understand that this place was very close to my heart. I felt that for me to feel like I had really arrived in Gauteng, I had to shake the hands of our ex-neighbours and old friends. It would be some sort of homecoming. I would also get a chance to see some people from my beloved Engcobo who stayed there. All of my friends in Germiston originally came from the other areas of the Eastern Cape, so I was really excited about seeing my abakhaya.
Bongani and I decided to cook so that by the time the guys got back from work the food would be ready. This way they wouldn’t waste time; they’d just have their meals and we would head straight to the township.
We had also been invited to a party in one of the flats in Germiston, so we decided we would go to Five first and attend the party later. We knew that we would visit the township again at the weekend, and probably spend the whole of Saturday afternoon there, so it didn’t matter that this was going to be a short visit. I decided on the easiest of meals: mince mixed with potatoes. I knew that this wouldn’t take too long to make and wouldn’t expose my cooking skills, or lack thereof – I am also not the greatest cook on earth.
Round about five in the afternoon Khaya and Zolisa arrived from work. Khaya, in particular, was so excited about visiting Five that he ended up eating only half of his meal. Strangely, though, Zolisa didn’t want to go to Five, claiming that he was utterly exhausted from work. I call this strange because he was usually the first to want to visit somewhere, even if he didn’t know the people we were visiting. Sometimes he would even volunteer to pay the taxi fare, but on this day, when we wanted to go to a place that was only walking distance away, the place that he knew better than any of us, he just didn’t feel like going.
Khaya’s younger brother, Khanyisa, also wanted to come with us. We usually let him come along, but that afternoon I just didn’t want him there. I told him he had to stay behind and wait until we came back, telling him that we would go to the flat party together later.
I still don’t know why I refused to let him come with us when even his elder brother wanted him to tag along. I suppose I didn’t want this young “laaitie” spoiling the big boys’ fun.
While Khaya and Bongani did everything in a hurry I went upstairs to the public phones to confirm that we were on our way. Then Khaya, Bongani and I were in the street, greeting our friends as we passed with smiles as wide as the Amazon river.
Since it was getting colder, I had taken Bongani’s green jacket. I hadn’t brought any warm clothing with me as I had expected Johannesburg to be very hot around October time. Underneath Bongani’s jacket I was only wearing the black tracksuit I usually wore for our daily jogs. I had decided to look as ordinary as possible, so that I wouldn’t attract any attention. We had also decided to leave our cellphones and all our important possessions behind, in case we got robbed or something bad happened.
We went past the big Enterprise meat factory, heading for the industrial area near the railway lines. The area was so quiet that we could hear our own footsteps. We were walking fast because it was getting colder, busy cracking jokes and reminiscing about the last time we were all in Five together.
Soon we could see a few shacks and, as we went closer, we left the main road
