Lion of Soweto

Chapter 25

"Molefi!" Bandele calls out his aide from the lobbyroom while reclining on the sofa, watching TV.

"Yes, boss." The lad hurries up the stairs, wondering what manner of grouse prompts such a loud yell. He appears in front of his boss looking meek.

"Give me the list."

"Which one, sir?"

"Bring the three. I want to select a nice Saturday girl." Bandele sits up, creasing up his face as his voice rises. "The one that slept here last night was too thin. I was just touching bones all over. Did I ask you to give me Miss Soweto?"

"Sir, did she do anything wrong?"

"Her bum wasn't soft enough! "

"Sorry, sir. I thought the slender lady will be flexible. We later found out she padded her buttocks. That won't happen again, boss."

"What is padding?"

"She used foam to support her bum."

"You see." Bandele sits up. "You didn't check well when you selected her. Next time, you must grab her bum to know if it's original or fake." Using both hands, he squeezes the cushion of the sofa he's seated on.

Molefi's lower jaw drops. How is he supposed to invade ladies' personal spaces just to fulfil this request? "Okay, sir... sorry, sir."

"Sorry for yourself." Bandele waves his hands dismissively. "Must I teach you your job or do you need binoculars to compare a big bum and a small one? I thought you have gone past this level. Look, next time you're filling the form for a new girl, write down the size of her hip and breasts in millimetres or kilometres."

"You mean centimetres, sir?"

"Shut up! What do you know?" Bandele charges forward, perching on the edge of the chair.

Molefi recoils, both hands behind him.

"You want to correct me when you don't know the difference between a slender girl and skinny bone. Idiot."

"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."

"If it happens again I'll fire you." He points a warning finger. "Voetsek, wena! Get me the lists."

Downcast Molefi dashes downstairs, reflecting on the approach he'll use to include ladies' hip sizes in his electronic forms. Will Pono's boys start moving around with measuring tapes like a fashion designer? Or should he get a high-tech camera to scan ladies anatomy when they arrive here? This bum and bust measuring doesn't sound right at all.

He can't possibly demand such information without offending the ladies, no matter how well-intentioned it might sound. Bandele is taking his arrogance too far, thinking money can get him just anything. Except the ladies add their statistics on their social media profiles, he won't waste time asking them for some ridiculous data.

Molefi arrives at his desk to fetch the three lists, knowing the boss will check them all. Because that man is in a foul mood this morning, another scowl from him might be risky. He prints the CPL, CLL and the RPL.

On retrieving the sheets from the printer, Molefi collates and staples them accordingly, returning upstairs to Bandele. After dropping the printout on the table, Molefi picks the first bundle and crouches close to his principal who quickly feels the paper bulk. A shocking smile sneaks onto his face as he rubs his hairless scalp. "Our girls are increasing in number every day, huh?"

"Yes, boss."

"Go through the faces one after the other."

Molefi turns the first page of the CPL.