[It’s 12: 00 p.m. the time scheduled for lunch break at Nala Secondary School. A lot of movement by learners can be seen from a distance. Some learners are eating stiff-porridge and sugar beans, a meal recommended by the school nutrition office for that day. And some learners not comfortable with eating meal of the day or any other, are biting on apples and bananas they bought from hawkers who sell outside the school premises. The school is sitting at the bank of Thabakhubedu village and neighbouring a mountain named after the late great King of Bantwane tribe, Lebeko Mathebe. Jeffrey and his friends are sitting at the back of an old abandoned block of classrooms with reputation as smokers hang-out.)

ANDRIES: Yoh! On Saturday, I was at Mapelo’s place. And she smoked my joint like a nyaope addict. That chick has a wet tongue full of wonders that could tempt husbands into cheating.

GODFREY: Wow! Sounds like a sexual marathon you had.

ANDRIES: It was a fantasy of every mate at my age.

JEFFREY: You’re a lucky bastard, man. Wish I were you because right now, my dream is to find such an adventure.

GODFREY: (Struck) Hawu! I thought you were happy with Lily, and now?

JEFFREY: I am, but not completely. Lily is not as dutiful as you vigorously described Mapelo; she’s reluctant to initiate that intimate physical contact. And hey, (hangs up his hands by the shoulders side) my missile would be wasted if I confine to one girlfriend. If you need further reasoning, our forefathers used polygamy as a way of cementing tribal alliances, how’s that? (Smiles victoriously).

GODFREY: In a traditional society, your reasoning was going to be rendered legit, and it’s not an ancestral obligation for every African son to practice it. Choose to be different. We are no longer living in 18-what-not.

ANDRIES: (looking at Godfrey) You don’t know what you are talking about, you must get a life. (Shifts his attention to Jeffrey)Jeffrey, I thought Christians were not ashamed to express themselves sexually.

JEFFREY: (Shakes his head in disagreement) No, and if you date one of these girls with ankle-length skirts you’ll choke on your manly juices. They treat sex like a traditionally male job and offer it only during holidays or when parents are visiting far-away relatives.

ANDRIES: Oh! How disappointing.

JEFFREY: That’s why I’m on a mission to find a makhwapheni who’s not going to be tjatjarag and tell a soul about the affair.

GODFREY: (Chuckles) we all know that your feelings for Lily are punctuated by your recent affection towards Kimberly. It has absolute nothing to do with sex. I’ve seen how you look at her and humble yourself before her goddess figure.

ANDRIES: (Shocked) Kimberly?

JEFFREY: Don’t judge me. You show me one normal guy who wouldn’t want to thriller dance in Kimberley’s pants. I can guarantee that every guy in this school has imaginary relationship with her, and some are suffering heavy wet-dreams.

GODFREY: Yes, very true. Kimberly possesses features of a tasty morsel, but to open her thighs you’re going to need more than a pair of All Stars. But credit must be given though; the ripeness of her body is that of a woman. I wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to pull her bloomers down. (Boldly rubs the front of his school trousers and his friends break into a roar of laughter).

ANDRIES: Snap-out of you wet dream, Mfana. A chick like Kimberly only grabs first class cocks. And you my friend, have a terrible weight of coconuts hanging between your thighs.( pads Jeffrey on the back) A coconut like yours is desperately needed in Limpopo, Giyani, where the size matters more than public-status and family with history of inheritance.

JEFFREY: (Smiles) True my man.

GODFREY: And what you need right now is a poison-breather (pulls out a cigarette and lights it before passing it to Jeffrey). You know, Jeffrey, your situation with Lily is sympathetic when compared against mine.

ANDRIES: (His voice tired) Here we go again, majita ambushing one another with emotions reserved for amacheri.

GODFREY: (Rolling in deep memories cherished forever) When I first met Cecelia, the classmate issue did not enter my mind because what I felt was beyond selfish desires of the flesh. It was not many nights ago when I proposed to her at Millicent’s birthday party. And when she also confessed her long-suspended feelings for me it turned into a magical night. The gods were smiling down on me. Her see-through summer dress had my skin-pistol leaking-out tears, like Mbuyisa Makhubu carrying the lifeless body of Hector Peterson. We exchanged saliva like white kids on American movies. I’m telling you, majita. It was beautiful until she cheated and dumped me. And now pain is my destined faith because we’re classmates and I have to deal with her face in my eyes every goddamn day. (Takes a cigarette from Jeffrey and takes a deep stroke before throwing its butt).

JEFFREY: But you’re over her?

GODFREY: Yes, I am over her but her intelligent face makes me want to enter her for the old time sakes, if you know what I mean.

JEFFREY: I get you, Mfana. When you found out that she was cheating, you should have rearranged her face. That was going to pound some wisdom into her brainless head.

GODFREY: This is not a long ago world of horse and cart; I’m not a girlfriend beater.

JEFFREY: Whatever. I’m going to coin a middle class conversation with one of my targets at Grade 10, you guys coming with?

ANDRIES: Who’s that target?

JEFFREY: Mmabatho, (His friends look clueless), the light-skin chick with short hair. If I’m not mistaken she’s friends with that promiscuous Kgaogelo from the royal kraal.

GODFREY: I know her but wouldn’t say she’s your material, boy. (Shakes his head in disapproval)

JEFFREY: Who cares? I just want to tap that titanic butt.

GODFREY: I’m not even sure that she washes between her legs.

ANDRIES: A chick like that, face overpowered by scary-looking puberty pimples. You put your mouth against hers; you’ll end-up with a swollen tongue. And the pleasures below her waist will leave a big rash between your legs. She has a reputation as whore of the royal kraal.

JEFFREY: (overly impatient) I don’t care, I always put on the government-jacket and kissing doesn’t always command romance, there are other routines to use. You coming or what?

ANDRIES: Okay, Let’s bounce! (They leave as a pack).

***

Let’s chat: How do you feel about the boys’ attitude towards the girls?