My grandfather was a gang member. He was a originally from Elliott in the plass, but he was sent away by his parents to find a job and he never returned home. He was gay, never had a wife but he did have children and all his kids stayed in his house not with their mothers.

A long time ago, he was almost killed for being gay, he told the police that he was defending himself from a group of men who were trying to kill him. He knew that if he didn’t kill them, they would kill him for being gay. That’s how he went to jail and became a gangster.

When he gotout of jail, there were lots of accusations against him beinga rapist. He got depressed and lost his mind. Yooh this old man used to beat us up for no reason when we were kids and ask many questions we couldn’t answer. He once almost burnt me and Vuyo alive, claiming that we had attacked him in his sleep. This traumatized me my whole life is that’s why I don’t trust anyone, not even my family.

I don’t have a father, he left us after mom had beat him up really badly one Sunday after church. I think he gambled money that was meant for something important and oh! Mom went bonkers on him, he has never returned since.