Born a Crime

The garage of Bongani’s house
opened up onto Springbok Cresent.
Every morning we’d open the doors,
run an extension cord out into the
street, set up a table, and play
music. People would walk by and
ask, “What is that? Can I get one,
please?” Our corner was also where
a lot of minibus drivers ended their
routes and turned around to loop
back to the minibus rank. They’d
swing by, place an order, come back,
pick it up. Swing by, place an order,
come back, pick it up. We spent our
whole day running out to them,
going back to the garage to make
more mixes, and going back out to