hood to better schools, like
Sandringham. Bongani’s parents
lived in East Bank, at the corner of
Roosevelt and Springbok Crescent,
and after walking from the minibus
rank through the hood, we wound
up there, hanging around outside
his house on the low brick wall
down the middle of Springbok
Crescent, doing nothing, shooting
the shit. I didn’t know it then, but I
was about to spend the next three
years of my life hanging out at that
very spot.
—I graduated from high school when