Keenan is sitting on his front steps when I pull up in front of his house. Beside him, sat a young woman with a side cut and a sleeve of tattoos. I catch my breath before stepping out of the car and after looking around, I start feeling like a douchebag for choosing to drive this car today.
"Are you jas, my broer? Why would you come here in that kak?" that is a better greeting than what I expected, if I am being honest. He stands as I approach, puffing out his chest as I knew he would. The girl beside him stands as well, flashing me the knife in her waistband in a dramatic flair. "I didn't come here to cause any shit." I surrender my hands to him, eager to get the unnecessary drama over with so we can get to why I came to this dump in the first place.
if you have questions about any vernac/South African slang used in this chapter and you don't know what any of it means, don't panic.
'are you jas'? - directly translated means are you horny, but is used as crazy in this context.
'my broer.' - my brother
'kak' - shit
'as ek 'n merk op daai kar sien, is jy in jou poes in.' - if I see a mark on that car, you're fucked.
'sit my skat, dis alright.' - sit my love, it is alright
'ek is beter as jy' - i am better than you
'dom' - dumb
'cheese boy' - a rich boy
'steeking' - stabbing
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