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This new series brings the best African writing to an international audience. These groundbreaking novels, memoirs, and other literary works showcase the most talented writers of the African continent. The series will also feature works of significant historical and literary value translated into English for the first time. Moderately priced, the books chosen for the series are well crafted, original, and ideally suited for African studies classes, world literature classes, or any reader looking for compelling voices of diverse African perspectives.
Welcome to Our Hillbrow: A Novel of Postapartheid South Africa
by Phaswane Mpe
ISBN: 978-0-8214-1962-5
Dog Eat Dog: A Novel
by Niq Mhlongo
ISBN: 978-0-8214-1994-6
After Tears: A Novel
by Niq Mhlongo
ISBN: 978-0-8214-1984-7
From Sleep Unbound
by Andrée Chedid
ISBN: 978-0-8040-0837-2
On Black Sisters Street: A Novel
by Chika Unigwe
ISBN: 978-0-8214-1992-2
Paper Sons and Daughters: Growing Up Chinese in South Africa
by Ufrieda Ho
ISBN: 978-0-8214-2020-1
The Conscript: A Novel of Libya’s Anticolonial War
by Gebreyesus Hailu, translated by Ghirmai Negash
ISBN: 978-0-8214-2023-2
dog eat dog
NIQ MHLONGO
Ohio University Press, Athens, Ohio 45701
All rights reserved
First published by Kwela Books,
a division of NB Publishers,
40 Heerengracht, Cape Town, South Africa
PO Box 6525, Roggebaai, 8012, South Africa
Copyright © N Mhlongo 2004
First published in North America 2012 by Ohio University Press
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Mhlongo, Nicholas.
Dog eat dog / Niq Mhlongo. — 1st ed.
p. cm. — (Modern African writing)
ISBN 978-0-8214-1994-6 (pbk. : acid-free paper) — ISBN 978-0-8214-4413-9 (electronic)
1. College students—Fiction. 2. City and town life—Fiction. 3. Johannesburg (South Africa)—Fiction. 4. South Africa—Fiction. I. Title.
PR9369.4.M48D64 2012
823’.92—dc23
2012016750
To Lily Morobane
for giving me all the support that I needed.
one
Dear Mr Njomane
The University of the Witwatersrand Bursary Committee acknowledges that it has received your application for a bursary dated the 4th of March.
We regret to inform you that your application was unsuccessful.
We have looked carefully at your application letter and based our decision on the information that you have supplied. Unfortunately you did not meet the criteria set by this Committee.
We wish you every success in your future academic endeavours.
Kind regards
Dr Jane Winterburn
Chairperson and registrar:
The University Bursary Committee
I received that curt, insensitive letter on the warm evening of the 13th of March 1994. I had just eaten my dinner at the YMCA in Braamfontein. The Y, as we affectionately called it, had offered me temporary accommodation for about a month now, while I tried to sort out my disagreement with the University Bursary Committee.
I got up off my bed and opened the drawer where I had put my other two ‘we regret’ letters. As if to make sure of their meaning, I unfolded each one and read it again. The wording was the same except for the dates. Did anybody even read my applications? I wondered angrily. I thought I had supplied everything that the Bursary Committee needed: copies of my father’s death certificate and my mother’s pension slip, an affidavit sworn at our local police station giving the names and ages of the nine other family members who depended on my mother’s pension, as well as three other affidavits confirming all movable and immovable property that we owned. Although, unfortunately, my family did not own any immovable property as the house in Soweto that we had been living in since 1963 was leased to us by the apartheid government for a period of 99 years. What more information do these people want about the poverty that my family is living in? I asked myself.
Anger smouldered inside me as I read the letter again. Why did the committee have to be so polite in dismissing my application? They should have told me plainly, ‘We regret to inform you that you are black, stupid and poor; therefore we can not waste our money on your thick Bantu skull.’ I could have swallowed the words if they were simple and direct.
Now the thought
