Until you've heard from me (4/5)

By Drum Digital
19 March 2015

Sizwe thought it would be just another Sunday, until the girl sat down at the bus stop.

“Ah, she’s starting to crack up, I can see it. Can I at least have your name now?” Then the kwaito ringtone on her cell rang out. He couldn’t help overhearing her side of the conversation and gathered that Mandla wouldn’t be able to pick her up because he was at a friend’s place and had forgotten they were supposed to go out.She was clearly irritated.

Then she started to open up, as women tend to do after a passionate argument.

It made for easy conversation. All Sizwe had to do now was listen. HER name was Wandi. She stayed in res was doing her first year in drama. As for Mandla, he was just “some insecure jerk with double standards”. She liked rap music and poetry and they happened to be going to the same show that afternoon.

“No kidding,” said Sizwe. “Live poetry. I never thought girls like you were into that sort of thing?”

“Girls like me?”

“Well, you look and act like a snob, the way I see it.”

“Oh, please!” she said. “I’m not stuck-up!”

“Oh yeah? Prove it. Let’s walk all the way to the show.”

Sizwe didn’t care about standing Xolile up. Once he explained, he’d surely be forgiven. Wandi saw the excitement on Sizwe’s face. But he’d better not be smug when she agreed to it, she thought. She had more than a little dose of feminism in her, and she’d just had a fight with her boyfriend who thought he could treat her like a piece of meat: only good for showing off to his friends at a braai.

She wouldn’t let another man think he’d won her. She watched Sizwe’s reaction intently as she said, “Even though I wasn’t planning on it, I think it will be fine to walk.”

His expression passes her test and they walked down the road to Newtown.

On stage, Sizwe “The Nationalist” was infine form. At the end of the performance he shouted out his catch-phrase: “Until you’ve heard it from me, you’ve heard nothing!”

To be continued...

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