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Diary of a rural girl chapter 60

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The rural girl who went to Gauteng

Moeketsi’s beam of hope

Chapter 60
When I arrived at the flat, it had just passed 5 o’clock. I found Kholo sleeping in her bedroom; she loved her afternoon naps. I didn’t want to wake her up even though I wanted to share with her what I had done for Moeketsi, ‘the Brooklyn thief’. I went to take a long hot bath as I was tired from all the walking-around I had been doing the whole day. When I was done bathing, Kholo woke up and joined me in my bedroom. “Hey girl”, she greeted me. “Hello Kholo. How was your nap? I didn’t want to wake you up when I saw you sleeping”, I said to her. “I am good, girlfriend; I was just resting for my first day at school tomorrow”, Kholo said.

Before we went to bed, I told Kholo all about Moeketsi and instead of being shocked or surprised, she seemed to be understanding and rather proud of me. I went to bed and just as quickly as I fell asleep, the night went by just as quickly. When the alarm went off at 05h30, I bathed and made my way to the bus stop. I walked just past Thabang, who was again in front at the queue. “Hey Mahlatse,” Thabang said, “I saved you a spot again”. I ignored him and decided to go to the back of the queue as it was not as long as the previous day’s. Of course Thabang tried to get my attention by calling me by name some more however I decided to put headsets in my ears to listen to my gospel music instead. I got into the first bus that stopped at the bus stop and whilst I was in the bus, I was thinking a lot about Moeketsi and his siblings. I then decided to send Mr Pillay a message on his cellphone, asking if I could see him later in the day.

I normally switched my cellphone off whenever I went to attend my classes however on this day; I decided to set it on silent mode so that if Mr Pillay or Moeketsi tried to get hold of me, they wouldn’t find cellphone off. Immediately after my last class, which was from 1 o’clock to 2 o’clock, I checked my cellphone and noticed that Mr Pillay had agreed to see me at half past 3. I made my to McDonald’s Sunnyside as fast as I could and I must say, it was quite a joyous experience meeting old friends there. I was even treated to a free meal whilst I was waiting for Mr Pillay who was in his new McDonald’s restaurant in Hamilton Street in Arcadia.

Mr Pillay arrived at McDonald’s Sunnyside just after 3 and immediately asked me to follow him to his office. “Mahlatse! What a pleasant surprise! What can I do for you today, my dear?” Mr Pillay began the conversation as we sat down in his office. “I have been fine, sir”, I said, “but…” “But what? I am listening”, Mr Pillay said. “I need to ask you a big favour, sir”, I said. Mr Pillay, who was sitting back on his leather chair in the office, leaned forward and said, “I am all ears”. I told him all about Moeketsi and how I had gotten to know him. When I was done telling him about Moeketsi’s sad life, I said, “I don’t know sir if it would be possible to let Moeketsi work in the kitchen as the dishwasher in your new Hamilton restaurant”.

“Shew”, Mr Pillay exclaimed, “that’s quite a raw deal he got, hey; especially for a boy his age”. “I know sir, which is why I have come to you; I can only do so much to help him but afterwards, what will happen to them?” “Miss Mokwena”, Mr Pillay said, “As much as I would like to help, I can’t because of the law that prohibits us from having child labourers”. I begged Mr Pillay and after what appeared to have been over twenty minutes of my begging him, Mr Pillay finally succumbed to my pleas. “Okay, Mahlatse”, he said, “The best I can do is to allow Moeketsi to come and help out in the restaurant on weekends, on condition that he goes back to school. By so doing, I am staying within the boundaries of the law; I don’t want my trading licence to get revoked, you know”. I got up and jumped and down in joy and said, “Thank you very much, Mr Pillay, I promise you, you won’t regret this”. “Good”, Mr Pillay said, “Ask him to come see me this coming Saturday at 08h30 sharp. Please Miss Mokwena, let this be the first and the last time you ask of such a favour from me; I am running a profit-generating business here and not a charity organisation”. “I will never ever do this again, sir, I promise”, I said as I left the office in high spirits.


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21 August 2015 at 03:28 delete

what happened to your brother coz there is no mention of him after granny's death. wen Moeketsi stole dat white lady's bag i thot of your brother....Hope u wl update us on him

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Wizzy
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23 August 2015 at 02:34 delete

ok well i will upadte

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