The book is in part the autobiography of Redi Hlabi. I had listened to her on the radio 702 when she was a talk show host for 12 years, and when I heard she had written a book, I was keen to read it.
In 2013 she won the Alan Paton award for this book, and for years I had tried to find a copy. [The librarian] found a copy at the Glenstantia library in Constantia Park at the end of last year, so, eventually I got to read it, 10 years later.
The book is an eye-opener into the lives of Black people living in Soweto, during the apartheid years. Children's upbringing was strict and austere, either governed by Christian religion or by the sangoma.
The story is based on her life and her relationship with a notorious gangster who became her friend, and protector after her father's death in 1987. When her friend, Badego, is shot and killed in 1989, she begins to investigate his background by contacting his grandmother, his friends, his mother and later, the mother of his child. In this way, she is able to come to terms with his death and is able to explain why he turned out to be a hardened criminal and murderer on the one hand and a loyal kind friend on the other, a complete contradiction.
What I found chilling, was the 'girls must be grateful if they haven't been raped.' Violence, as an expression of male power, hasn't changed. Society accepts rapists in their midst as a part of life, while girls are judged so harshly. She writes 'Violation of women and girls was common place in the late eighties and early nineties.'
'Anyone who was wanted by the police was a hero, for he had dared to defy the law.'
There were superstitions e.g. 'children had to kneel in front of a funeral procession r else their mothers would lose a breast'.
all these things were so foreign to me.
When I thought about my life during the 80's and 90's, it boggled my mind as to how completely different my life was then, and how privileged I am even now.