BODA SMANDANA
(MISTAKEN IDENTITY)
In an age when there’s a thin line between, a snob & a … well there really isn’t a word, you know what I mean! We discover the true essence of what makes us who we are, and how cultural stereotypes shape the worlds view of us. On this journey we see how a little understanding can make a world of difference.
When TnT go out on the town on a Friday, jozi is never really the same by Saturday morning. Two of gauteng’s black diamonds are plunged into a whirlwind of unfortunate events, when the boy’s night out is gate crashed by the opposite sex! Two worlds collide in an epic journey of discovery that leaves neither guy nor girl the same in its aftermath!
Forced to take on a system that refuses to understand the hardships that they encounter, the boys have to overcome all the odds stacked heavily against them. Guilty until proven innocent- our heroes have to prove their innocence, only one problem- their alibis have disappeared off the face of the earth. Or so it seems. In a race against the clock all seems lost as our heroes fall deeper and deeper into a web of conspiracy. Boda S’mandana is a tale about the lessons that we can all learn by opening our minds a little.
Tinyiko: he’s in his mid twenty’s has a good job, it pays for his starter pack, it maintains his lifestyle and it feeds his entire family. He still lives in Soweto to be close to his beloved mother and his siblings. He is also trying to start his own business and has been trying to get the boys in the hood to clean up their act so he can entrust his business to the “amagenge”
Tsakane: he is in his early twenty’s his career has just taken off in a big way. Being the last born at home offers him many liberties such as … well, no responsibilities, unless he wants them. With a well paying job and still living at home with gogo & big brothers who all have jobs, T hasn’t really grown up since his 18th birthday, and he vows to be 18 till he dies! He is also the primary funding of the dynamite schemes & has a bright future ahead of him.
Set in Soweto , the hometown of TnT, good old jozi city & the fair northern frontier thereof. We see the grotesque difference between those who have and those who do not have. How and where the two collide and the damage left behind in the wake of such a natural disaster.
TSAKANE & TINYIKO, (T-n-T) Dynamic (DYNAMITE) Duo.
Two young black guys go out on the town…ship, with two young black girlz from the suburbs. The night takes an unexpected turn for the worst!
This is the story of their time, the time when…the time of the month!
BODA SMANDANA
Its Friday night and only the boys chill, but somehow this Friday, there happened to be two honeys in our spot! So we joined them for a few drinks and it turns out they not that bad after all. They’re from deep suburbia, somewhere north of sandton. We exchanged numbers, bid them a fond farewell, and made our way south west of jozi! We never thought we’d see them again, just like all the chicks we meet on our nights out. Somehow these girls were seriously taken aback by our cool calm demeanor & insisted we do this again at the end of the month…In SOWETO!!!
So its Monday the 14th and I just gotta tell my dawg, so first thing I do when I get to slavery, I call him with the quickness. So it’s like the middle of the month and we like, spontaneous on all our plans. Now we have to wait a whole two weeks coz o “cheezegirl” plan their lives so far ahead! So we have a rough fortnight as we patiently await their summons to the rendezvous!
The calendar hits the 25th & it’s a Friday, my nose starts to itch coz all of a sudden, baby I’m rich! I e-mail NJA YAM and the news is good, two honey dips want to get with us in the hood! So we conference call, sms and all other forms of electronic mail, just so were clear what tonight entails.
So its finally over for the week as the clocks strikes five, the sun goes down & the city comes alive. We rendezvous’ with the honey dips at the spot in a few hours, so we hit the mall and go handle ours. Meet the candy man and he’s in a great mood- got much more than we bargained for so were all good! There’s a blizzard where we are, so we definitely cool. Two dawgz, @ Bulldawgz having a beer or two & a rib rack for two, we from Rockville- this is how we do. So we were hot on the trail of wrong, we chased him all night till we had to go see the girlz at the spot. Off we went, son we almost forgot! Got there late, that’s coz you got us lost!
It was like a movie as we hit the spot, I guess this is why were hot! We were feeling fresh and everyone could see it, the honeys were hot and everyone could feel it! Twas almost 19:59 when we arrived, so strung up out of our minds, but the girlz didn’t seem to mind. Our frequent trips to level 3 roused their suspicions, said we were like a bunch of chicks, they demanded to know what it is we were doing. Only to find they were scared we was gon’ run away if we knew their steez right away- we switched stashes and made a bee line right away. Hung out in the clubs all over the “burbs” till the last few hours were a blur…
Saturday the sun rises & were at the snowman’s, wake the honeys up and follow them home. They get all washed up while we try and piece together what we can recall from Friday night. All we know is we still have our phones and our wallets, the girlz want to go to Soweto & we having an English breakfast in a house that looks like the ones on TV. So far so good, then we get a call from the “R.C.Villanz” and boy oh boy what a call it was. Turns out, that someone’s having a huge shindig in Afghanistan , just after sunset & we just have to be there! So that settles it, we hitting the hood all day then we dancing across the river all night. At least that’s what we thought…
We finally convince them to leave their car at home, and we drive the dynamite mobile to hoodlam. Its not even 11:30 when we get to big house eye I gebengu, and its vacant! Apparently the ancient has gone to deepest darkest Africa to see the rest of the tribe. Life could not get better than this…but it did, not only was the house to let, the chef was out of town and he left his 32pipes in the garage with the keys in the ignition! Looks like the girls are gonna get the sowetan experience after all, so we take the dynamite mobile to the wash and grab a bath while the girls page through our photo collection. By 13:15 the whole hood has seen our car at the wash and have summoned us to join them for meat at the meating place- the perfect place to show off our new catch!
By sunset the girlz have met the gang, and they’re looking forward to their first “Bash!” So we drive around Soweto showing the girlz around, in the beemer of course, we gave the dynamite mobile to Bashin & Smega so they could get their girlfriends. Seems our catch was good enough to inspire the terrible twins to grab their terrible tramps! After the ultimate tour of Soweto and a few lines of contraband we hit one of the new malls in the ghetto just to have a few drinks and maybe grab a pizza before we go to the bash, until…BANG, BANG, BANG, SCREeeeecchhHH, vroOOMMmmm… I guess another one bites the dust, the girlz seemed spooked, so we headed back to the safety of our hood. But no trip in a beemer is complete without the customary getting stopped by the police and being harassed, especially after a few gunshots in a public place. Naturally T-n-T caused a scene and refused to be searched, thank God we “related” to detective Mulaudzi and got away without being searched. The girlz were already speed dialing the lawyers- I guess they were more spooked than we thought!
We really love it here, we really love this place today, the music is playing & that’s why were saying, we really love this place! There was food everywhere, and the booze was ever flowing. The yard was overflowing and we had to hold hands wherever we were going. Our only sanctuary was the car, so we could chaff the wrong we were doing. I really loved the way this weekend was going, it wasn’t even midnight yet but we felt we had already overstayed our welcome. We all wanted to leave and we were in the car chopping a few lines over a spliff when…the phone rang and Bashin and Smega sms’d s.o.s without a thought we jumped right out the car and rushed into the crowd leaving two-stunned girlz in the car. What happened next, still sends a shiver down my spine, every time I think about it. There were gunshots galore; it was like a Clint Eastwood film on some Wild West tip. When we finally saw an open road all we heard was “we wanna go home now!”
So the clock finally struck twelve & o “Sindarella” just got home, not exactly the plan we had in mind, but I guess that’s what we get for hunting so far from home. Speaking of which, we had to get back to see who was cool and who wasn’t. On the phone everyone was hysterical but everyone was in one piece, only one problem though. The cops took the dynamite mobile, and it didn’t look good. You know T-n-T, we ran up on the police station demanding our car back, but for some reason we were kept overnight and the beemer was also impounded. Apparently we were in deep shit, something about a shooting at the mall & how our BMW fits the description of the getaway vehicle. But that’s not it, apparently the shooter at the bash drove a vehicle that fits the description of the dynamite mobile. This did not look good.
When we phoned the girlz for our alibi shit changed, all of a sudden when the cop was done on the phone with them, we were no longer just suspects we were the culprits! Something about what we were saying with the boys all day about killing a fool, and how we were all part of some gang. Apparently we had even boasted about beating someone to death, this was not good. The bitches even ratted us out & told the pigs about the contraband! Luckily we completed the transaction after we dropped them off, and we didn’t have anymore in the car. Detective Mulaudzi was no longer on duty and wouldn’t be in until after church on Sunday afternoon, this was gonna be a long 8hrs
When we finally saw the detective it all started to make sense, he broke it down to us from start to finish. We looked like we were going away for a long time, but something was wrong, who are the witnesses? We knew we were being set up but we didn’t know who, why and how they managed to put us in so many places doing all the wrong things? We were advised to get a lawyer coz we were definitely not going home on Sunday; instead we were going to court on Monday. Only then would we stand a chance of asking for bail- great just fucking great- now my boss is definitely going to fire me, I got my last warning last Monday after payday! But all we could do was wait, for Monday, I was on a downer of note but the detective put us in our own cell and smuggled us a few beers so we could calm our nerves. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight and we dozed off with the greatest of ease.
The detective got us up early and took us to court himself, we went straight into the magistrate’s office where we saw something we couldn’t believe. Our two honeys were our accusers, or rather the witnesses who told the story of their time with us. My dawg was quick to point out that these chicks were not familiar with the vernacular dialect that we conversed in so how could they be so good at interpreting our words. Apparently their house keeper who is from upper Africa is quite fluent in Zoenglish and translated the few words they could remember…according to them the R.C.Villanz are a ruthless gang that occasionally beats people to death and if you are not smart you will inevitably meet your untimely demise at the hands of the gang. All of this was said by us “apparently, allegedly” in their company as well as all who were at the meating place. They even believed we were so ruthless no one dared challenge us, mostly the guys in the hood who would hear of our encounters with various “I mandana” around gauteng & mzansi!
