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groups to choose from, I wasn’t a natural constituent of any particular one. I obviously wasn’t<br />
Indian or Chinese. The colored kids would shit on me all the time for being too black. So I<br />
wasn’t welcome there. As always, I was adept enough with white kids not to get bullied by<br />
them, but the white kids were always going shopping, going to the movies, going on trips—<br />
things that required money. We didn’t have any money, so I was out of the mix there, too.<br />
The group I felt the most affinity for was the poor black kids. I hung out with them and got<br />
along with them, but most of them took minibuses to school from way out in the townships,<br />
from Soweto, from Tembisa, from Alexandra. They rode to school as friends and went home<br />
as friends. They had their own groups. Weekends and school holidays, they were hanging out<br />
with one another and I couldn’t visit. Soweto was a forty-minute drive from my house. We<br />
didn’t have money for petrol. After school I was on my own. Weekends I was on my own.<br />
Ever the outsider, I created my own strange little world. I did it out of necessity. I needed a<br />
way to fit in. I also needed money, a way to buy the same snacks and do the things that the<br />
other kids were doing. Which is how I became the tuck-shop guy.<br />
Thanks to my long walk to school, I was late every single day. I’d have to stop off in the<br />
prefect’s office to write my name down for detention. I was the patron saint of detention.<br />
Already late, I’d run to join my morning classes—math, English, biology, whatever. The last<br />
period before break was assembly. The pupils would come together in the assembly hall, each<br />
grade seated row by row, and the teachers and the prefects would get up onstage and go over<br />
the business of what was happening in the school—announcements, awards, that sort of<br />
thing. The names of the kids with detention were announced at every assembly, and I was<br />
always one of them. Always. Every single day. It was a running joke. The prefect would say,<br />
“Detentions for today…” and I would stand up automatically. It was like the Oscars and I was<br />
Meryl Streep. There was one time I stood up and then the prefect named the five people and I<br />
wasn’t one of them. Everyone burst out laughing. Somebody yelled out, “Where’s Trevor?!”<br />
The prefect looked at the paper and shook his head. “Nope.” The entire hall erupted with<br />
cheers and applause. “Yay!!!!”<br />
Then, immediately after assembly, there would be a race to the tuck shop because the<br />
queue to buy food was so long. Every minute you spent in the queue was working against<br />
your break time. The sooner you got your food, the longer you had to eat, play a game of<br />
soccer, or hang out. Also, if you got there late, the best food was gone.<br />
Two things were true about me at that age. One, I was still the fastest kid in school. And<br />
two, I had no pride. The second we were dismissed from assembly I would run like a bat out<br />
of hell to the tuck shop so I could be the first one there. I was always first in line. I became<br />
notorious for being that guy, so much so that people started coming up to me in line. “Hey,<br />
can you buy this for me?” Which would piss off the kids behind me because it was basically<br />
cutting the line. So people started approaching me during assembly. They’d say, “Hey, I’ve got<br />
ten rand. If you buy my food for me, I’ll give you two.” That’s when I learned: time is money.<br />
I realized people would pay me to buy their food because I was willing to run for it. I started<br />
telling everyone at assembly, “Place your orders. Give me a list of what you want, give me a<br />
percentage of what you’re going to spend, and I’ll buy your food for you.”<br />
I was an overnight success. Fat guys were my number-one customers. They loved food,<br />
but couldn’t run. I had all these rich, fat white kids who were like, “This is fantastic! My<br />
parents spoil me, I’ve got money, and now I’ve got a way I can get food without having to