lyrics.”
“It doesn’t matter. These
people don’t speak English.”
“Aw, fuck.”
I got up onstage and Tom did
some terrible beat-boxing—“Bff ba-
dff, bff bff ba-dff”—while I
stumbled through some Busta
Rhymes lyrics that I made up as I
went along. The audience erupted
with cheers and applause. An
American rapper had come to
Hammanskraal, and it was the most
epic thing they had ever seen.
So that’s Tom.
One afternoon Tom came by
my house and we started talking