Rough Diamond (2/5)

By Drum Digital
14 April 2015

A boy who thinks he’s smart may have a lot to learn.

“Sad as it was,” Es had chirped, “some events during apartheid were amusing. My grandfather says he once walked in town wearing worn-out shoes. Every step he took on the pavement was noisy from the flip-flapping of the shoes that were open at the toes.” Es was using a history textbook to show how the shoes were opening and shutting as the old man walked.

“Then a white man stopped him. He took out a roll of banknotes and loosened the rubber bands around the money. The poor man was looking expectantly at the white man, but the latter threw the rubber bands at him, saying, ‘Tie up those bloody shoes – they’re talking too loud!’” The class roared with laughter.

When Es got to university, he was driving a Golf GTI. He was an only child and spoilt. On the flip side, Es derived strength from perseverance and the willingness to laugh at himself. He’d long embraced his father’s maxim: Failure is not an option. So even if he struggled through his degree just like he did during his Barolong High days, he looked only on the bright side.

One afternoon his father was holding a meeting for school management teams at Rekopantswe District. Es had a video camera and his responsibility was to shoot a video. His old man needed evidence he could forward to the no-nonsense district director. During his presentation he had to excuse himself and take an important call. The break in proceedings was an unexpected opportunity that fell into Es’ lap. He decided to entertain the audience with his wit. When he opened his mouth people giggled. His looks, especially the protruding teeth, were the drawcard.

DJ Es began by saying, “Fathers will always be fathers. Mine always tries to hook me up with village girls. I always tell him that they’re not my type! If you take a village girl to a hotel she will bring along a grass broom.”

To be continued...

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