reputation in the hood, instantly.
Pretty soon we were getting booked
all over.
Which was a good thing.
When Bongani and I graduated
from high school, we couldn’t get
jobs. There were no jobs for us to
get. The only ways I had to make
money were pirating CDs and
DJ’ing parties, and now that I’d left
Sandringham, the minibus drivers
and corner kids in Alexandra were
the single biggest market for my
CDs. It was also where I was
playing the most gigs, so to keep
earning I naturally gravitated that
way. Most of the white kids I knew