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music, lift weights, make the CDs. Around ten or eleven, the drivers would start coming back<br />
from their morning routes. We’d take the CDs and head out to the corner for them to pick up<br />
their stuff. Then we’d just be on the corner, hanging out, meeting characters, seeing who<br />
came by, seeing where the day was going to take us. A guy needs this. A guy’s selling that. You<br />
never knew what it was going to be.<br />
There was always a big rush of business at lunch. We’d be all over Alexandra, hitting<br />
different shops and corners, making deals with everyone. We’d get free rides from the<br />
minibus drivers because we’d hop in with them and use it as an opportunity to talk about<br />
what music they needed, but secretly we were riding with the guy for free. “Hey, we want to<br />
collect orders. We’ll talk to you while you drive. What do you need? What music are you<br />
looking for? Do you need the new Maxwell? Okay, we got the new Maxwell. Okay, we’ll talk<br />
to you later. We’ll jump out here.” Then we’d hop on another ride going wherever we were<br />
going next.<br />
After lunch, business would die down, and that’s when we’d get our lunch, usually the<br />
cheapest thing we could afford, like a smiley with some maize meal. A smiley is a goat’s head.<br />
They’re boiled and covered with chili pepper. We call them smileys because when you’re done<br />
eating all the meat off it, the goat looks like it’s smiling at you from the plate. The cheeks and<br />
the tongue are quite delicious, but the eyes are disgusting. They pop in your mouth. You put<br />
the eyeball into your mouth and you bite it, and it’s just a ball of pus that pops. It has no<br />
crunch. It has no chew. It has no flavor that is appetizing in any way.<br />
After lunch we’d head back to the garage, relax, sleep off the meal, and make more CDs.<br />
In the afternoons we’d see a lot of moms. Moms loved us. They were some of our best<br />
customers. Since moms run the household, they’re the ones looking to buy that box of soap<br />
that fell off the back of the truck, and they were more likely to buy it from us than from some<br />
crackhead. Dealing with crackheads is unpleasant. We were upstanding, well-spoken East<br />
Bank boys. We could even charge a premium because we added that layer of respectability to<br />
the transaction. Moms are also often the most in need of short-term loans, to pay for this or<br />
that for the family. Again, they’d rather deal with us than with some gangster loan shark.<br />
Moms knew we weren’t going to break anyone’s legs if they couldn’t pay. We didn’t believe in<br />
that. Also we weren’t capable of it—let’s not forget that part. But that’s where Bongani’s<br />
brilliance came in. He always knew what a person could provide pending their failure to pay.<br />
We made some of the craziest trades. Moms in the hood are protective of their<br />
daughters, especially if their daughters are pretty. In Alex there were girls who got locked up.<br />
They went to school, came straight home, and went straight into the house. They weren’t<br />
allowed to leave. Boys weren’t allowed to talk to them, weren’t even allowed to hang around<br />
the house—none of that. Some guy was always going on about some locked-away girl: “She’s<br />
so beautiful. I’ll do anything to get with her.” But he couldn’t. Nobody could.<br />
Then that mom would need a loan. Once we lent her the money, until she paid us back<br />
she couldn’t chase us away from her house. We’d go by and hang out, chat, make small talk.<br />
The daughter would be right there, but the mom couldn’t say, “Don’t talk to those boys!” The<br />
loan gave us access to establish a relationship with the mom. We’d get invited to stay for<br />
dinner. Once the mom knew we were nice, upstanding guys, she’d agree to let us take her<br />
daughter to a party as long as we promised to get her home safely. So then we’d go to the guy<br />
who’d been so desperate to meet the daughter.