Kotatso had turned nineteen that year. When he had dropped out of school, he moved in with his aunt. But she was so busy with her rallies that she hardly had time to take note of what her nephew got up to. She saw him going in and out of his bedroom with several different girls. He told her he was running a clothing business and sometimes girls needed to get changed in his room, trying on the different outfits. Also, they needed his opinion on what worked and what didn’t. Could they pull off wearing this skirt with that halter neck top? Or, was that dress too glitzy for the event they were going to? He claimed that they hung on his every word.

Aunt Naledi gave him a nod and said, “Whatever boy, whatever, as long as you use protection!” This just made Kotatso laugh.

When Kotatso mentioned to his friends that he’d like to have a sushi party, just like the ‘Sushi King’, they were all on board. Moeketsi was laughing, trying to picture some of the girls that he knew, wearing bikinis and posing on top of a table with edibles on their stomachs.

“That girl, Pamela,” said Moeketsi. “She’s always doing aerobics. I’ve seen her in a leotard – she would be good.”

Everybody was laughing in disbelief by now. Could it really happen – in Mamelodi?

Kotatso was adamant: he was going to throw a massive sushi party with his friends and he was going to pick up a beautiful new girl, with a fabulous figure and a winning smile.

“Are you inviting Lindiwe?” Moeketsi asked Kotatso. Lindiwe was the sweet girl Kotatso had spent most of December with.

“Ah, no, you can have her Moeketsi,” answered Kotatso. “She’s very willing to please, but I’m tired of her now. I was hoping I’d meet somebody new at the party. I can’t wait to play Nas, and Neo, and mix up some wicked tunes and see who dances the best. Yes my bras, tell me: who is gonna dance to my tunes next?”


Tell us what you think: What is your opinion of the way Kotatso and his friends think and talk about women?