Lion of Soweto

Reads: 1969  | Likes: 2  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: African Romance Stories

The men knocked their heads together as if holding a brief meeting. They then announced that with four thousand dollars, everything would be sorted. Molefi opened his mouth and could not close it until his sister and her friend walked into the sitting room.

Chapter 11 (v.1) - Chapter 11

Submitted: April 28, 2017

Reads: 91

A A A | A A A

Submitted: April 28, 2017



Before Sunday, Molefi paid several visits to the University of Johannesburg. He wanted to see Sheline in a school environment. He knew how difficult locating students could be on campus, but he was ready to give it a try, even if he failed to attract her. He could pick one or two hints about the kind of person she was.

He was at the university on Tuesday and Wednesday. He’d gone there with Bandele’s driver who was familiar with the school and its surroundings. When he arrived there on Wednesday, the time was 12:25 PM.

He parked within the campus and walked straight to the Department of Journalism in the Humanities faculty. After moving up and down for a while, she was spotted chatting with someone.

Molefi moved close to where she stood and signalled to her. She walked towards him, wondering what the matter was.

“Sorry, I just wanted to know if you are enjoying your studies. Someone asked me to extend his greetings. He wanted to know if you are alright.”

“I’m okay. Thanks for your concern. Who is the person, please?”

“Just an admirer who cares for your wellbeing.”

“Oh, okay.”

Molefi left without saying much. Since students played all sorts of pranks, Sheline didn’t think much of the ‘admirer’.

From the interaction he had with her, he deduced that she was a friendly person to approach. She wasn’t reluctant to walk to a stranger for a chat. Maybe being in a university environment made it easy for her to do so. But if she would honour such invitations on campus, she would do same in a church environment. The church situation was similar to that of a school, he imagined.

Molefi returned home feeling contented. He would see how everything pans out. He had made finishing touches to his plan to capture Sheline; it was left for Bandele to do his part.

As cocky as his boss could be, he sometimes listened to words of reason; especially when he stood to achieve his aim at the end. He would count on the guy not to let his efforts go to waste.

The Sheline issue had tasked him too much. Bandele had shown indifference towards other ladies on the street. Usually, he used to chase after multiple ladies while trying to capture a stubborn one. Closing his doors to all other available options because of Sheline was a cause for concern. It showed his level of interest in the student.

The following Sunday, Margaret and Sheline prepared to go to church. They were to attend with Margaret’s two kids. Since she didn’t have a car, they would have to walk to the bus stop at the end of the street to catch a taxi heading towards Jabulani, which was on the other side of Soweto.

Molefi put a call through to Pono who, in turn, hinted snitches to report to him when the ladies left the house. Any other details would also be helpful.

After Margaret and others had left with a taxi, Pono told Molefi. He was also given details about the dress mode of the ladies and the kids that accompanied them.

Molefi packaged the gift items he bought the day before and placed them at the back of Bandele’s car. He put his boss on alert that Sheline had departed to the target location. He reminded the man to tell the taxi association Chief Marshal about the need to suspend scheduled taxi operations between 12:00 PM and 12:30 PM.

Bandele did and got a confirmation from the other end that their operations would be suspended at the specified time. Everything seemed to be working well.

At exactly 11:30 PM, Bandele put on his white suit, applied some designers’ perfumes and jumped into his white Range Rover SUV- his most loved choice. Since he knew that there were three other people with Sheline, he considered the SUV appropriate. He wouldn’t have a problem lifting them all.

He drove to the Presbyterian Church in Jabulani and Molefi followed him in a Mercedes-Benz S-class car. He would need to search for Sheline at the church area. Once the lady was located, he would duck and leave Bandele to do his thing.

As they arrived at the church, the man who was attending a church service probably for the second time in his thirty-five year life parked the car somewhere in the vicinity of the car-park. He chose a corner where it would be easy for him to drive out. The church wasn’t a very big one, and so locating an individual would not be hard.

Molefi parked somewhere by the roadside opposite the church. He came out of the car and waited patiently for the church programme to wrap-up. He needed to be on the lookout for the ladies.

After the service, congregants began to troop out of the church. Most of them moved towards the roadside to catch taxis. Margaret and Sheline were in the crowd that flocked towards the bus stop. 

Standing from a vantage position, Molefi spotted Sheline, since he had details about the clothing she wore that morning.  

He signalled to Bandele, who then revved up the car to life. The boss tarried a bit for cars to clear out of the parking area, and then followed as if he’d been delayed by the little traffic build-up. He also wanted to look slightly ruffled so that he would come across as having attended the service all morning.  

After waiting for tens of minutes for the ladies to confirm that taxis were not forthcoming, Bandele glided his car towards where they stood under the scorching Sunday afternoon sun.

As he drove by, many of the people looked at his vehicle with admiration, hoping to be lifted away from the midday heat. He stopped in front of Sheline, came down from the car and brought out the gift packages from the back door.

He walked towards Margaret and others standing by the roadside.

“Hello, madam. I’ve met you before, but I didn’t know that we attended the same church?”

Margaret blushed and looked at Sheline’s while recalling his face. She was sure they had met him before. It was the same car that he brought the first time they met.

“Hello, Mister. Happy Sunday to you.”

Turning to the kids, he tilted slightly and handed over some packaged items. He started from the youngest one. As he did so, Margaret was full of smiles. The crowd in the area continued to stare at them with envy, wishing they were that lucky.

The cheerful man brought out more gift items and handed over to Margaret. She accepted them and thanked him.

Then it was Sheline’s turn. He brought out the largest of the packages. From the look on his face, it was evident to Margaret that her niece was the person of interest. The man smiled as he handed over the gift.  He then said,

“Today is the day that the Lord has made and we shall be glad in it. I wish I can do more to express my joy to you and your family. I’m so happy to attend today’s service with you. Do you attend this church every week?”

“Yes sir, we do,” it was Margaret that spoke.

He continued, “I change the parish that I attend from time to time. Today, it is the turn of this parish. I’m not a religious person, but there is no one that the Lord cannot use.” Bandele paused for a while, closed his eyes and gave the impression that he was in pain. He then suggested,

 “The sun is biting hard, and I need to go now? I can’t see any taxi coming towards this place. Can I take you somewhere comfortable where you can catch a taxi home?”

“Yes please, it has been a very hot day.” Margaret blurted, sounding enthusiastic. Sheline also warmed up to the offer. The searing heat couldn’t make her think otherwise.

“Please, come in.”

They all jumped into Bandele’s car to the admiration of the others around. Margaret hadn’t been so honoured in the church area since she started attending. She savoured every moment of it and was full of appreciation in her mind. She wondered why news spread around their street that Bandele was a person to be feared. Someone of Bandele’s status, with such a beautiful car, who attended church service regularly, should never be referred to as a cruel person. There must have been a misrepresentation somewhere. The humility that Bandele showed that Sunday afternoon had touched her heart. She had a soft spot for him right away.

While driving on, Bandele narrated stories about the poor people in Soweto and how government officials didn’t care about them. He quoted biblical verses that he’d heard from his teachers, way back in high school. The ladies were impressed at his ‘God-consciousness’ and felt that people misjudged Bandele.

He asked them about the place they would like to be dropped off, and Margaret explained that they would appreciate if Bandele could drop them at home. He obliged.

Before they alighted from his car, He asked for Sheline’s phone number, and Margaret encouraged her to give it to him. She did.

“Would you mind if I come to pick you people up from the church every Sunday?”

“It’s okay, sir. We feel honoured,” Margaret replied.

“Okay then. I’ll make sure I don’t disappoint.”

“Thank you very much, sir.”

He waved at them all and drove away. As he made a U-turn at the corner, a crowd of onlookers had gathered by the roadside, wondering when Bandele became a church-goer and why he would drop those people at home.

Those who knew his antics suggested that there was something fishy about it all. The others, however, wondered if God had finally touched his heart.

When Bandele got home, he smiled as he parked the car in the garage. He thought for a while and said to himself:

 “My first hurdle has been crossed. The game has begun.” 

© Copyright 2018 lookman.laneon. All rights reserved.


Add Your Comments: