go down to the corner of
Nineteenth and Roosevelt for
breakfast. When you’re trying to
stretch your money, food is where
you have to be careful. You have to
plan or you’ll eat your profits. So
every morning for breakfast we eat
vetkoek, which is fried dough,
basically. Those were cheap, like 50
cents a pop. We could buy a bunch
of those and have enough energy to
sustain us until later on in the day.
Then we’d sit on the corner and
eat. While we ate, we’d be picking
up orders from the minibus drivers
as they went past. After that we’d go
back to Bongani’s garage, listen to