Lion of Soweto

Chapter 20

Molefi wraps up his proposal and dashes upstairs to explain it to Bandele who's seated cross-legged on the couch. The businessman drops his moodiness, grinning. "What do you have for me, Molefi?"

"Sir, I've come up with the best strategy to woo beautiful ladies."

Bandele's cheerful face melts off. "Woo what? What is woo woo?"

"I mean how to make ladies fall."

"Hey! I told you before. Be careful with your poor man English." His eyes flap at the dude, nose flaring.

"Sorry, sir. I forgot —"

"Sorry for your life."

Molefi raises his eyebrows and touches his forehead. He then straightens his face. "I'll take three steps, sir. First, I'll send people out to gather information about the ladies, face-to-face. If that doesn't work, I'll have to go online. On the internet, I'll get their names, addresses, fashion sense, school, family background and behavioural patterns. Everything I need will be recorded on a computer.

Bandele repositions on the sofa. How does one bring a computer into a simple issue like winning over pretty ladies?

"I'll store their pictures too, three or four of them– their front picture, back picture, upper region and lower area." Molefi demonstrates with his hands. "That way, you can easily see how beautiful they are. Those details will be entered into a form I'll call the Candidacy Form for Pretty Ladies, the CFPL."

"Wait there!" Bandele stretches out one hand. "A form for girls?"

"Yes, sir. An electronic form stored on the computer."

Bandele's brows knit, his head rising. This guy sounds like a professional. Why will anyone need a computer to bring ladies into this house? An electronic form? All Pono does is to talk to them, and he sometimes returns empty-handed, leaving him with no option than to visit clubs to find good ladies.

Adopting Molefi's methods will save useful time. Before the girls show face at all, he'll already have an idea who's coming. This new idea sounds ingenious.

Molefi isn't done.

"I'll sort the profiles according to how pretty they are. The classy ones will be on the first list – those are the ultimate ones that may accompany you to board meetings, political gatherings, big parties and public places like the municipality. The next group will be good for the lawn-tennis courts, fast-food eateries and restaurants. The last group will only come to see you in the house. You won't appear in public with them."

Bandele laughs, supporting his jaw with his right hand, marvelling at the lad's brilliance. "What if I don't like any of the ones you find? Look, I like big girls who speak good English." He extends his hands sideways. "Those are the ones you call ultimate."

"Any lady you don't want will be deleted from the lists. But I'm sure you'll like all the ladies, sir. With the computer-based profiling, you'll see their pictures before the boys go out to get them for you."

"Good. Your big head is not for nothing. Pono doesn't tell me all these things." Bandele moves to the edge of the chair, leaning forward as if to confide in Molefi. He lowers his voice. "After these girls come here once, what will happen?"

Molefi wheezes as if hard at work. "The ones you wish to see over and over again will be placed in a Concurrent List."

"A new list?"

"Yes, the concurrent one."

Bandele's laughter gets louder. "Look, there are some girls who are not pretty before, but when I see them in the club after some time, they now look nice."