were the cheesier cheese boys.
Bongani and his crew would never
admit to being cheese boys. They
would insist, “We’re not cheese.
We’re hood.” But then the real hood
guys would say, “Eh, you’re not
hood. You’re cheese.” “We’re not
cheese,” Bongani’s guys would say,
pointing further up East Bank.
“They’re cheese.” It was all a bunch
of ridiculous posturing about who
was hood and who was cheese.
Bongani was the leader of his
crew, the guy who got everyone
together and got things moving.
Then there was Mzi, Bongani’s
henchman. Small guy, just wanted