After my stint at Bopedi Bapedi High School, I moved to St Marks College. One of my class mates was a guy named Tshepo. He was a bully to an extent, but had an impressive following and was known by virtually everyone.
He was a jerk when he needed to be and sweet when he wanted to be. He was harsh to those he didn’t like and those who didn’t like him. Actually, he was sweet to some that didn’t like him because he had figured that he’d need them someday.
What amazed me was that he had a girlfriend. I never had a girlfriend throughout most of my high school years; my first kiss was in Grade 11.
Most of the girls spoke to Tshepo nicely, including those that talked smack about him behind his back. They spoke to him nicely anyway. No one talked to me. Read more