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sedan. I got to a point where I could do a basic service on a car by myself, and often I did. Abel<br />
would say, “That Honda. Minor service.” And I’d get under the hood. Day in and day out.<br />
Points, plugs, condensers, oil filters, air filters. Install new seats, change tires, swap<br />
headlights, fix taillights. Go to the parts shop, buy the parts, back to the workshop. Eleven<br />
years old, and that was my life. I was falling behind in school. I wasn’t getting anything done.<br />
My teachers used to come down on me.<br />
“Why aren’t you doing your homework?”<br />
“I can’t do my homework. I have work, at home.”<br />
We worked and worked and worked, but no matter how many hours we put in, the<br />
business kept losing money. We lost everything. We couldn’t even afford real food. There was<br />
one month I’ll never forget, the worst month of my life. We were so broke that for weeks we<br />
ate nothing but bowls of marogo, a kind of wild spinach, cooked with caterpillars. Mopane<br />
worms, they’re called. Mopane worms are literally the cheapest thing that only the poorest of<br />
poor people eat. I grew up poor, but there’s poor and then there’s “Wait, I’m eating worms.”<br />
Mopane worms are the sort of thing where even people in Soweto would be like, “Eh…no.”<br />
They’re these spiny, brightly colored caterpillars the size of your finger. They’re nothing like<br />
escargot, where someone took a snail and gave it a fancy name. They’re fucking worms. They<br />
have black spines that prick the roof of your mouth as you’re eating them. When you bite into<br />
a mopane worm, it’s not uncommon for its yellow-green excrement to squirt into your<br />
mouth.<br />
For a while I sort of enjoyed the caterpillars. It was like a food adventure, but then over<br />
the course of weeks, eating them every day, day after day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ll<br />
never forget the day I bit a mopane worm in half and that yellow-green ooze came out and I<br />
thought, “I’m eating caterpillar shit.” Instantly I wanted to throw up. I snapped and ran to my<br />
mom crying. “I don’t want to eat caterpillars anymore!” That night she scraped some money<br />
together and bought us chicken. As poor as we’d been in the past, we’d never been without<br />
food.<br />
That was the period of my life I hated the most—work all night, sleep in some car, wake<br />
up, wash up in a janitor’s sink, brush my teeth in a little metal basin, brush my hair in the<br />
rearview mirror of a Toyota, then try to get dressed without getting oil and grease all over my<br />
school clothes so the kids at school won’t know I live in a garage. Oh, I hated it so much. I<br />
hated cars. I hated sleeping in cars. I hated working on cars. I hated getting my hands dirty. I<br />
hated eating worms. I hated it all.<br />
I didn’t hate my mom, or even Abel, funnily enough. Because I saw how hard everyone<br />
was working. At first I didn’t know about the mistakes being made on the business level that<br />
were making it hard, so it just felt like a hard situation. But eventually I started to see why<br />
the business was hemorrhaging money. I used to go around and buy auto parts for Abel, and I<br />
learned that he was buying his parts on credit. The vendors were charging him a crazy<br />
markup. The debt was crippling the company, and instead of paying off the debt he was<br />
drinking what little cash he made. Brilliant mechanic, horrible businessman.<br />
At a certain point, in order to try to save the garage, my mother quit her job at ICI and<br />
stepped in to help him run the workshop. She brought her office skills to the garage full-time<br />
and started keeping the books, making the schedule, balancing the accounts. And it was going<br />
well, until Abel started to feel like she was running his business. People started commenting