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Nemesis<br />

Pitso sat on the back of the truck with the bags of stinking manure.<br />

What a disgusting way to live! he thought bitterly. And now I must spend all day<br />

digging in some garden. Just to earn some miserable piece-job money.<br />

The truck rattled down the highway. Pitso hoped that no-one would see him. Especially<br />

no-one from Lesedi Secondary. How humiliating that would be! All those kids who<br />

used to look up to him, who used to be afraid of him, back in his school days.<br />

Yeah, I used to be a Somebody back then! Strongest boy in the whole school! And now<br />

look at me!<br />

The truck stopped at a red robot. And there Pitso saw something that amazed him. He<br />

couldn’t believe his eyes!<br />

Otsile! Otsile Daman stood there on the island in the middle of the road. But what a<br />

state Otsile was in! Pitso smiled. Sharp, man! Life was getting better by the minute!<br />

Otsile Daman had been Pitso’s nemesis all the way through secondary school – long<br />

before Pitso even knew what the word “nemesis” meant. While Pitso failed his tests,<br />

show-off Otsile got As and praise and scholarships. While teachers handed Pitso<br />

warnings and detentions, irritating Otsile got admiration and prizes.<br />

Even being the strongest boy in the school didn’t make Pitso feel better. Of course, he<br />

had beaten Otsile up many times. Otsile deserved it, the way he smirked.<br />

“I’ll teach you to mock me, Otsile Daman! I’ll show you who is boss-man of Lesedi<br />

Secondary! I’ll show you who is a Somebody here!” Pitso had yelled.<br />

But even beating him up didn’t help.<br />

Otsile would get up again, wipe the blood from his nose or his mouth or his school<br />

shirt. And go right on smirking, “Pitso, you can bully me all you like. But I will always<br />

win. I am <strong>your</strong> nemesis.”<br />

“My what-esis?” Pitso had his fists ready.<br />

“Your nemesis, Pitso. Your arch-enemy. And in the end, you will always lose. I will<br />

always be the winner, plain and simple.”<br />

Andiphangeli ngoLwezihlanu. Kodwa ndixelele uNksk Gatyeni ukuba, “Ndiza kuza<br />

emsebenzini ngoLwesihlanu. Ndiza kuhlala ecaleni kwakho imini yonke ndiqinisekise<br />

ukuba ukhuselekile.”<br />

“Uyingelosi!” Wandincumela uNksk Gatyeni ephantsi kwaloo mibhobho.<br />

NgoLwesihlanu ndafika kwakusasa esibhedlele. Engaka impithizelo! Kwakuxakekwe<br />

kakhulu kuneentsuku endandiphangela ngazo. Kwakukho ihlokondiba labafundi<br />

bezonyango elalilandela oogqirha njengokuba bexilonga izigulane, kwaye babexabe<br />

indlela yakhe wonke umntu. Abasebenzi abacocayo abasebenza kwinkampani<br />

yokucoca, ecoca isibhedlele ngeveki, nabo babezalise iipaseji, benxibe iiyunifomu zabo<br />

ezipinki, berhuqa oomatshini babo bokucoca. Abongikazi bona babesihla besenyuka,<br />

behamba ngokubaleka, bephethe iifayile, belungisa izigulane bezilungiselela uqhaqho<br />

lwangooLwezihlanu. Abasebenzi base-ofisini babaleka emva kwabo bephethe amaxwebhu<br />

eemvume zoqhaqho.<br />

Ndavula iingcango zegumbi labaxhalabisekileyo. Oko ndakubonayo kwibhedi<br />

yesithandathu kwandenza ndanxunguphala.<br />

“Hayi bo!” ndakhala. “Yima!”<br />

Umsebenzi ococayo owayesecaleni kwebhedi kaNksk Gatyeni wandithi gxezu<br />

ngamehlo. “Musa ukuthetha nam ngolo hlobo! Andisosicaka sakho! Ndenza le nto rhoqo<br />

ngoLwezihlanu.”<br />

UMongikazi oyiNtloko wathi gqi. “Mongikazi oncedisayo Dudu, kutheni ungxola?<br />

Kusesibhedlele apha, akukho simokolweni apha! Awuphangeli nokuphangela namhlanje!”<br />

watsho endingxolisa. Kodwa kanye ngelo xesha wakubona oko umsebenzi ococayo<br />

awayeza kukwenza.<br />

“Yima!” naye wakhwaza. “Nkosi yamaZulu! Musa ukukucinga nokukucinga ukwenza<br />

oko!”<br />

Umsebenzi ococayo wayebambe iplagi yomatshini wokupolisha kwesinye isandla.<br />

Ngesinye isandla wayexakekile etsala ngeenjongo zokukhupha iplagi yesixhobo<br />

sokuphefumla sikaNksk Gatyeni ukuze akwazi ukusebenzisa loo sokethi siplagwe kuyo,<br />

aplage umatshini wakhe wokucoca.<br />

Ngokukhawuleza ndafumana indawo yokufaka iplagi engasebenzanga epasejini<br />

kwaplagwa umatshini wokucoca. Umsebenzi ococayo wayesandijamele.<br />

“Usindise ubomi namhlanje, Mongikazi oncedisayo Dudu,” watsho uMongikazi<br />

oyiNtloko. “Ewe, mhlawumbi usindise ubomi booLwezihlanu abaninzi abezayo!”<br />

Isiphelo<br />

Dream on! Now it was Pitso smirking up on the truck. Smiling his head off! Here at<br />

the robots, Otsile Daman looked nothing like a winner. No ways!<br />

12<br />

Fold<br />

5<br />

On Friday morning I arrived early at the hospital. What mayhem! It was far crazier than<br />

on the days I usually work. Crowds of medical students were following doctors on their<br />

weekly rounds, getting in everyone’s way. Cleaners from the weekly cleaning company<br />

filled the passages in their pink uniforms, lugging equipment. Nurses rushed up and<br />

down with files, getting patients ready for Friday surgery. The office staff rushed after<br />

them with consent forms.<br />

I opened the doors to the ICU. And what I saw at bed six filled me with horror.<br />

“No!” I screamed. “Stop!”<br />

The cleaner beside Mrs Gatyeni’s bed glared at me. “Don’t speak to me like that! I am<br />

not <strong>your</strong> maid! This is what I do every Friday.”<br />

The Ward Sister appeared. “Nurse aide Dudu, why are you shouting? This is a hospital,<br />

not a shebeen! You aren’t even on duty today!” she yelled. But then she also saw what<br />

the cleaner was up to.<br />

“Stop!” she also shouted. “Dear Heaven! Don’t even think about it!”<br />

The cleaner held the plug of her electric floor polisher in one hand. With the other hand<br />

she was busy pulling out the plug of Mrs Gatyeni’s ventilator so that she could use the<br />

electrical socket.<br />

Quickly I found an empty socket in the passage for the polisher. The cleaner was still<br />

glaring my way.<br />

“You saved a life today, Nurse aide Dudu,” the Ward Sister said. “Yes, and perhaps lives<br />

for many Fridays to come!”<br />

The End<br />

The Basket<br />

The basket lay in front of Gogo’s hut on an old buck skin.<br />

“It’s very dirty,” said Mr Mthembu. “And frayed too. See here above the yellow zigzag<br />

pattern.”<br />

“Of course it is dirty and broken a little,” said Gogo, in a voice hoarse with age and<br />

anger. “This basket is from the days of my many-times-great grandmother. From back<br />

when Shaka ka Senzangakhona was King. From when my ancestor was apprenticed to<br />

the dreaded Nobela.”<br />

Waza umhlobo wam uPrecious wathetha amazwi ekwakukudala ndinqwenela ukuweva.<br />

Ndinqwenele ukuweva iminyaka ngeminyaka. Mhlawumbi okokoko, sisafunda kwiBanga<br />

lokuQala sihlala edesikeni enye sobabini.<br />

Uthe, “Jacob, ungatshata nam?”<br />

Isiphelo<br />

Ndiyakuhlala Ndiyingcungcu Kuwe<br />

UPitso wayehleli ngasemva kwisigadla esithwele iingxowa ezinukayo zomgquba.<br />

Asiyondlela ifanelekileyo yokuphila le! wacinga ebuhlungu. Ngoku kufuneka ndichithe imini<br />

yonke ndisomba esitiyeni esithile. Oko konke ndikwenzela nje ukuba ndifumane imalana<br />

engephi yesikorobho.<br />

Isigadla sangxola ukuhla kuhola wendlela. UPitso wayenethemba lokuba akukho namnye<br />

oza kumbona. Ngakumbi kwabo wayefunda nabo kwisikolo samabanga aphezulu iLesedi.<br />

Ingalihlazo elinjani elo! Bonke abo bafundi babesoloko bejonge kuye njengomzekelo,<br />

ababemoyika ngezo ntsuku wayesesesikolweni.<br />

Ewe, ndandisakuba nguZibani ngelo xesha! Ndiyeyona nkwenkwe yomeleleyo kwisikolo<br />

sonke! Kodwa ngoku, khawundijonge nje!<br />

Isigadla samisa kwirobhothi kuba yayibomvu. Apho uPitso wabona angazange akukholelwe<br />

nokwammangalisayo. Wayengawakholelwa amehlo akhe ukuba ngenene abona oko!<br />

UOtsile! UOtsile Daman wayemi esiqithini esisembindini wendlela. Kodwa ekwenjani yona<br />

ukuba mbi imeko uOtsile! UPitso wancuma. Molo, ndoda! Ubomi babusiba ngcono umzuzu<br />

nomzuzu!<br />

UOtsile Daman wayeyingcungcu kuPitso ngayo yonke loo minyaka babefunda kwisikolo<br />

samabanga aphakamileyo – kudaladala phambi kokuba uPitso alazi ukuba eli gama lithi<br />

“ingcungcu” lithetha ntoni na. Lo gama yena Pitso wayengaziphumeleli iimvavanyo zakhe,<br />

uOtsile oqhayisayo wayefumana oo-A bodwa, enconywa, efumana nezipho-mali zokufunda.<br />

Lo gama ootitshala babemtyityimbisela umnwe uPitso bemnika nezohlwayo zokuvalelwa<br />

ukuphuma kwesikolo, uOtsile odikayo wayenconywa efumana neembasa.<br />

Nditsho nokuba yeyona nkwenkwe yomeleleyo esikolweni kwakungamncedi uPitso ukuba<br />

azive ngcono. Kakade, wambetha uOtsile izihlandlo eziliqela. Wayekufanele ukuba abethwe<br />

uOtsile, indlela le awayesineka ngayo.<br />

“Ndiza kukufundisa ukuba andisiso isigculelo, Otsile Daman! Ndiza kukubonisa ukuba<br />

ngubani ophetheyo apha kwisikolo samabanga aphakamileyo iLesedi! Ndiza kukubonisa<br />

ukuba ngubani uZibani apha!” watsho uPitso ekhwaza.<br />

Kodwa nditsho nokumbetha kwakungancedi nto.<br />

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Fold<br />

6<br />

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