My uncle Phineas once said during on his rants-of-hate that all that land that was now called the Free State was the land of Mosheosheo. the greatest king he said ever lived, and therefore it belonged to the Basotho people.
“They stole that land from us because it has diamonds under it, a worthless piece of stone that can do nothing but glitter. Everything can glitter Lunkile, even a rock can glitter when left in the sun for too long”, he said.
And then he’d look at me and smile a smile of satisfaction.
“They butchered us and stole our land for a worthless stone, but you what? The one thing they should have stolen, they didn’t. We have water, if they were smart they would have come to these lands. Lets see what happens to them when we closed our boarders as seal our rivers, lets see them drink those diamonds.”
He would say it as if it was something that would happen soon, something he was looking forward to.
I did not understand who my uncle really hated, the white people whom he maintained had no right to breath African oxygen or humans in general, but i knew it was the Zulu people that he had a serious problem with.
The cab had stopped in front of my apartment building.
“I charge you double fare”, I thought i had heard him wrong so I sat up straight.
Double fare for taking a nap here. I been waiting for you to wake up. “Dreaming and dreaming and talking strange languages here”, he said, his hand open and ready to scam me. His turban was slightly loose due to the occasional scratching and his long beard wiggling over his slightly exposed chest hair.
I had been bullied enough in foreign lands so I opened the door and stepped out.
He followed me to the trunk and said: ” I let you go for free because you have too much children, only because. You keep birthing and birthing because you want your child support , you want social services cheque. You never stop being slaves you people, never.
Me I have seven children but I work, no handouts.