Broken Promises

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    Prince Adehsam
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    Story by Ros haden

    Episode 1
    “Ntombi, I’m going out.”
    “Mama, you can’t. It’s the third
    time this week and I’ve got …” But
    before Ntombi could finish her
    sentence her mother was already
    giving her a list of things to do
    while she was at Thabiso’s Tavern.
    “There’s some money left for you
    and Zinzi. Make sure Zinzi does her
    homework – and don’t let her stay
    up too late! How do I look?” She
    did a twirl in the middle of the
    living room. Ntombi looked at the
    silver top and new jeans her
    mother was wearing and her heart
    sank. They were yet another gift
    from her mother’s new boyfriend,
    Zakes. Every time he went out with
    her mother he gave her
    something – but there was never
    enough money left over to buy
    something for her or her sister. He
    never had anything for them
    except for his unwanted ‘words of
    advice’. Words that made Ntombi
    want to throw something at him.
    Cruel, mean, words.
    “You girls will never get boyfriends
    looking like that. Why don’t you do
    something to your hair? You look
    like village moegoes. No, what you
    need is to go to the hairdresser,
    get some braids.”
    With what money? thought
    Ntombi, but she knew if she
    questioned him out loud, he would
    get angry and her mother would
    only take his side. She was forever
    saying, “Now don’t upset Zakes,” or
    “He’s only teasing; don’t be so
    sensitive,” or, even worse: “Maybe
    you should take his advice. You
    know he’s a very successful
    businessman.” And once when she
    was really mad, she shouted at
    Ntombi: “He is my boyfriend and
    you must respect him. His word is
    law!” Their mother had become a
    stranger. Ntombi wanted her old
    mother back.
    Even when it was just the three of
    them it wasn’t the same. Zakes still
    messed things up between them.
    “What does he do?” Ntombi asked
    her mother on one of the few
    nights that her mother was home
    these days.
    But her mother had looked unsure
    and started picking at her nail
    polish. “He’s in business…” she said
    “What kind of business?” Ntombi
    wasn’t going to let her mother off
    the hook so easily.
    “I don’t know. He’s a car dealer, a
    sales rep.” Her mother sat up on
    the bed, where they had been
    lying. “Anyway why all the
    questions? Are you the police?” Her
    mood had changed and she was
    glaring at Ntombi. “All I care about
    is that he treats me good, and that
    he’s got a good job. You’ve seen
    the way he dresses, and the car he
    “Mama, you used to tell me those
    things didn’t matter. You used to
    tell me it was what was inside that
    mattered. You told me you
    married Dad for love…”
    “And look where that got me!” her
    mother interrupted. “I don’t see
    him in this room. Do you?” That
    was the end of the conversation.
    Her mother had got up and gone
    through to watch a soapie on TV.
    To be continue…

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    Episode 2
    Ntombi didn’t trust Zakes one bit.
    He was a fake through and
    through. And what was worse, she
    didn’t like the way her mother
    acted when he was around. Like
    she was their older sister,
    competing over guys, rather than
    their mother who should be
    looking after them, giving them
    good advice, and protecting them
    from men like Zakes.
    When her dad left a year ago, just
    after her fourteenth birthday, her
    mother was very sad, but at least
    they still felt like a family. They
    cuddled up on the couch together
    and watched Bold, and laughed
    and cried together. And then, one
    day, Mama came home from the
    rich private school where she
    worked cooking lunches, and told
    them she was going out that
    evening. The kitchen staff at the
    school had persuaded her to join
    them at Thabiso’s Tavern and she
    thought it might be good for her.
    Ntombi had helped her choose an
    outfit: a nice denim skirt, just
    below the knee, a tight black
    wraparound top with a white
    denim jacket. And to top it off,
    some gold earrings. Mama looked
    great. She had kissed her mother
    goodbye and wished her luck.
    Little did she guess that that night
    her mother would meet Zakes and
    their lives would be turned upside
    down again.
    Ntombi knew the first time she
    saw Zakes, with his gold chains
    and flash smile that didn’t reach
    his eyes, that he would bring
    nothing but trouble. Even his car
    looked like a fake. It had been
    resprayed and that could mean
    one of two things: he had been in
    an accident, or the car was stolen.
    Things felt wrong when Zakes was
    in the house. He seemed too big
    for their small couch, sitting there
    with his beer, interrupting their
    conversations with his loud voice.
    He loved to say things like, “Girls,
    you are my daughters now. Go
    fetch another beer for your father.”
    “Do as he says,” their mother
    would add if they hesitated, as she
    cuddled closer to her new
    boyfriend. There was no time for
    Ntombi or Zinzi when Zakes was
    “Here.” Her mother handed Ntombi
    a five rand coin from her new gold
    bag. She smelled of some strong
    perfume Zakes had bought her.
    “Buy yourself some sweets at the
    shop,” she said as she rushed out,
    putting on lipstick as she went.
    “Mama, I’m meant to be at singing
    practice. The competition is next
    week and…” But her mother was
    already out of the door and in the
    seat of Zakes’ resprayed BMW with
    its fluffy dice bouncing from the
    rearview mirror and couldn’t hear
    her. All she could do was watch as
    Zakes reversed with a squeal of
    tyres, and then they were gone.
    To be continue…

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    Episode 8

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    Episode 10

    Episode 11a

    Episode 11b,12,13 nd 14

    Episode 15

    Episode 16

    Episode 17

    Episode 18
    Episode 19

    Episode 20

    Episode 21

    Episode 22

    Episode 23

    Episode 24

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    Episode 26

    Episode 27

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    Episode 29a nd 29b

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    John Walter El Marshall
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    okay. get on with it. @eliboy do your thang!

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    Prince Adehsam
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    Episode 3
    Ntombi looked at the five rand
    coin in her hand. “What does she
    think I can buy with five rand?”
    she thought. One small bag of
    chips at the spaza, and a small
    packet of sweets, which she’d have
    to share with Zinzi. It wouldn’t buy
    her what she really needed – just
    ten minutes of time with her
    mother, when they could sit down
    and watch TV together, or talk, like
    they used to.
    Just then Zinzi came in. She had
    been playing soccer in the street
    and her knee was grazed and
    bleeding. “Where’s Mama?” she
    asked Ntombi.
    “Guess,” said Ntombi. “It’s not that
    “Where else?”
    “I thought you had singing practice
    this evening?’ said Zinzi as she
    slumped on the couch and dabbed
    at her cut with a tissue.
    “Not any more. Mama said I’ve got
    to stay home and look after you.”
    “I can look after myself.”
    “You’re twelve,” said Ntombi,
    fetching the Dettol from the
    bathroom and dabbing it on Zinzi’s
    “Ouch!” Zinzi complained. “Stop it.
    You’re hurting me.”
    “Don’t act like a baby. You don’t
    want it to get worse, do you? Do
    you want to go to hospital with an
    infected cut?”
    “Why are you in such a bad
    “Wouldn’t you be if you were
    missing a chance to go to the
    national finals of South Africa’s
    Teen Voice Competition?”
    “I thought the judges were only
    coming next week?”
    “They are. But every practice is
    really important. Mr Masondo says
    that we have to work hard and
    make Harmony High proud.
    Otherwise he won’t let us
    Ntombi had been chosen, along
    with ten others at Harmony High,
    to perform for a panel of talent
    scouts that was travelling around
    the country auditioning high
    school students for the Teen Voice
    singing competition. If she was
    chosen out of the ten students
    from her school then she would go
    on to the national finals in Jozi. The
    prize was R10 000 and a recording
    contract. Ntombi had promised
    herself that she would work as
    hard as she could, attend every
    practice, and go to the nationals.
    Sometimes she even let herself
    dream of winning the competition.
    It would change her life – she
    would work really hard and
    produce an album. She’d buy a
    proper house for her family, and
    make sure her sister finished
    school. With the money she could
    go to university and study to
    to be continue…

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    Episode 4
    Just then there was the sound of
    girls laughing outside in the street.
    “It’s the giraffes,” Zinzi said from
    the couch where she was watching
    Days on TV. She called Ntombi’s
    three girlfriends the giraffes
    because they were taller than
    other girls. In turn, they called
    Ntombi “shortie”, although she
    was average height. Ntombi
    opened the door and hugged her
    friends Busi, Asanda and Lettie. At
    least she could rely on them for
    support. Asanda and Lettie had
    also been chosen to compete in
    the singing competition and
    Ntombi could see that they were
    on their way to the practice. Busi
    was going along to watch in the
    hope of attracting the attention of
    Unathi, who was also competing.
    At the last practice she sat in the
    front row seats in the hall, blowing
    kisses to Unathi and holding up a
    big piece of paper with “I love
    Unathi” painted in lipstick. Unathi
    had just smiled and waved.
    Ntombi had told Busi that Unathi
    had a girlfriend back in Jozi, where
    he was from, but Busi wouldn’t
    listen. She didn’t want to hear.
    “Come on, lazy girl,” Asanda
    laughed. “We’ll be late.” The
    practice was in the school hall, a
    taxi-ride away.
    “I can’t go,” Ntombi told them.
    “You must be joking!” Lettie said.
    “What’s wrong with you? I
    thought this was your dream?”
    “Mama went out and I have to
    look after Zinzi.”
    “You know what this means. Mr
    Masondo is not going to be
    “I know.” Ntombi was close to
    tears and her friends could see it.
    Mr Masondo was their singing
    coach and he was strict. Two
    missed rehearsals and you were
    out of the competition.
    Asanda gave her a big hug. “Listen,
    we’ll bring you the lyrics back and
    help you practise. Cheer up. I’ll tell
    Mr Masondo that you got food
    poisoning.” Asanda was the queen
    of excuses, and with her charm the
    teachers always believed her.
    “Thanks chommies. You’re the
    best.” Ntombi tried to smile
    bravely, but she felt terrible.
    “By the way, there’s a party on
    Saturday at Thabiso’s Tavern.
    We’re going,” Busi said. “Why don’t
    you come? It should be fun.
    Unathi’s going to be there with his
    cousin from Jozi.”
    “How many times do I have to tell
    you Unathi has a girlfriend?”
    Ntombi despaired of Busi. She
    really lost her head over boys and
    forgot who she was – the
    intelligent and charismatic girl
    who had a great future if she could
    just stay focused.
    “He’s never mentioned her,” said
    Busi. “And anyway evidently his
    cousin is even better looking, and
    I’ve always wanted to go to Jozi.
    They say the men are hot up
    “You’re going to burn yourself one
    day,” joked Ntombi. “Just be
    “Yes, Mama,” the girls laughed.
    To be continue.

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    ride on, @eliboy ur list here o.

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    wow dis is great @Adehsam
    i was even planning to start dis

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