Goodbye Bafana Page #4

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I believe Mama Africa

paid us a visit today, James?

You girls seem to know everything.

Nothing happens on this island

without me finding out about it,

usually before it happens.

-So, what's she like?

-She was only there five minutes.

They started talking Xhosa,

so I sent her packing.

-James speaks fluent Xhosa.

-Really?

He grew up with them, on a farm.

He had a friend called...

What was his name?

Man! Who cares?

-No, man, tell us.

-Please tell us, James.

Bafana.

James has got a photo

of the two of them. I'll get it.

Gloria. No. Gloria!

-No, l... I want to see it.

-Me, too!

I didn't know

you were a farm boy, James.

I'm not a farm boy.

Here it is. Look.

-Oh, cute, look at the little Kaffir-lover.

-I'm not a Kaffir-lover.

Joyce.

He's even got his arm

around the little n*gger.

-That's it!

-Looks like a Kaffir-lover to me!

I'm going fishing. Brent, get your rod!

-Look, Pa, a starfish!

-That's nice, Natasha.

-Pa! I've got one!

-Hey, bring him through the rocks there.

Nice and slow, that's it!

Hey, don't look at me, man.

Don't look at me.

I'm not your bloody mother, man.

-Brent, give me that rod. Come here!

-Move it! Bastard!

Natasha, come here, girl!

Stay down! Stay there!

-But Pa, what about my fish?

-Never mind your fish.

-Faster, faster, faster!

-Come, come, come!

Are you trying to piss me off?

-Brent, get down, boy!

-But, Pa...

Move it, you lazy bastards.

All right, we can go back now.

Come on. Okay?

Move it! Don't look at me! Yes, yes.

But what about my fish?

I'm sorry, boy, but if those warders

had seen you, I would be in big trouble.

Why?

Prisoners aren't allowed to see children.

Why not?

'Cause they're here for punishment.

Okay?

This is from Motsadi's wife.

"We have decided

to boycott the bus service

"as they have increased the fare

by 80 cents."

Cut it out.

The following,

please collect your letters. Sisulu!

Mhlaba!

Kathadra!

Hurry up, do you think I've got all day?

Motsadi. Jonas Motsadi!

Where is Motsadi?

-The rest of you are dismissed.

-Mr Gregory.

I found this in my cell.

According to regulations,

no prisoner may be in possession

of any newspaper, or part thereof.

Therefore, I am handing it over to you,

the proper authority.

I am surprised that you did not look

at the article, Mr Gregory.

Come on, come on!

That's it. Yes, go Robben lsland!

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Yeah!

-Wow, Daddy!

-Yes!

-He's really got something, eh, darling?

-Very good.

Gregory! For a postman,

you play a damn good game of rugby.

-To Robben lsland.

-To Robben lsland!

I think it's time

I had a word with Piet about James.

He's officer material,

there's no question about it.

Oh, Joyce, I'll do your hair for free

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