North. I’d been to Alex a few times,
for brief visits, but I’d never spent
any real time there. I’d never been
there at night, let’s put it that way.
Going to Alex during the day is
different from going there at night.
The place was nicknamed
Gomorrah for a reason.
One day after school, not long
before we matriculated, Bongani
walked up to me on the quad.
“Hey, let’s go to the hood,” he
said.
“The hood?”
At first I had no idea what he
was talking about. I knew the word
“hood” from rap songs, and I knew