Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 48

Goom's home is now a vacation spot.

"Come one, come all."

It was simple to plan a party, but difficult to stop one. Vendors greeted the brothers with applause.

Rivaldo said it discreetly, but with a hint of arrogance.

"Aw, that's how I know what he'll do. We had to go home. However, we will not give up easily and will return." We're only going to get kapana and return, guys. I know you want us to go home."

They bolted. After that, I crossed a riverbank to get to Grysblock. They entered Maroela by crossing over. They found themselves directly in front of single-quartiers in no time at all. Shebeens and car washes clogged the streets.

It appeared like everyone in this room had developed similar company concepts. Absence of creativity This was situated in Katutura's center. Beef was barbecued over an open flame here. Brothers battled hardship in an attempt to survive. 

They utilized corrugated flat iron sheets for grilling, and they were all arranged behind them.

"Here, sister, sister. Nice Nando's pieces; cuzen here." Their song ended.

In this case, N$20.00 bought the "luxury" of tender beef chunks. From sunrise until daybreak, they worked very hard. Both their clothing and skin were smoky and sweaty. These folks earned a living for the most part. They would head back home at the conclusion of the day. Deep in the hood, to their corrugated abode.

Above the mountains, shanty communities towered. This area was referred to as Silver Town. "Boys from Silver Town hustle so hard."

They continued to reside on the homesteads established by the Apartheid regime, nevertheless. A plethora of vendors occupied the marketplace.

 Women sat with their malnourished and runny-nosed children. A few offered handcrafted baskets, while others offered customary treats like Mopane worms and Oshikundu, even big cakes. Among the others were the imaginative shoemakers and tailors. There was a bit more creativity going on here.

Around the food, the flies flew. Cadavers were exposed. Sewage water inundated the toilet floors, and the environment was filthy. The restroom floors were inundated with sewage water, and the environment was disgusting. Around the corpses, flies were flying. While the younger boys hustled'salsa'—a mix of chopped tomatoes and onions sprinkled with vinegar and BBQ sauce.

The crew moved from one stall to the next. Before selecting Shaffa, they tried a couple of tasters. He seemed to be a little more forgiving when it came to the bits or portions. The other guys were forced to compete with this.

They had liver and beef strips ordered. To go with it were chilly peepers and kapana spice. That might have been the perfect thing the doctor ordered. Spending about N$100.00 in total.

 Stream-lined cars were parked outside the market. Next to each car stood a self-proclaimed car guard. Most of these guards used their earnings from washing and guarding cars to buy drinks from the local shebeen called Ukumatzi.

Rivaldo, Cathy, and the others sat in the middle of the market, all dressed in last night's clothing. The market lady brought to them a bucket filled with water, a drop of dishwashing liquid, and a tablecloth they would need to wash their hands with before digging into their hot meal.

"Meme, can you please give us Pap?" Rivaldo asked politely.