Monday, June 11, 2007
1966-68 Apartheid Durban, Northlands Boys HS Sports and Cadets
1967-1968. Mark Esslemont, Scrumhalf for third & fourth rugby teams , Northlands Boys HS. Coach Mnr Grobelaar. (Bird & Leeney)
Charlie and I smaaked Kings Park rugby matches, sitting on the white stands, behind goal posts. Outcast non-whites sat on separate stand sections. We watched provincial matches and test matches, before international sports boycotts. I remember booing nasty French players booting fallen Boks. SATV didn't show such skullduggery yet. We persuaded a Zulu refreshment-seller that French for "Peanuts and Popcorn" was, "I'macuntcunt." Zulu then strode around Kings Park calling, "Peanuts! Popcorn! I'ma..."
I kept fit by running along Northway, across the old concrete-bridge, over a valley, and up Ellis Park Drive. Along the way, I saw umfaans sitting chatting on pavements, smoking thin hand-rolled cigarettes. Some played murabaraba in sand. I ran to Robina Stores, turned back along Northway, past S bends, back home. Ursula, St. Martins chick, lived along the way. I hoped she'd notice me. She never did. For years, I ran barefoot, until I stood on glass near the Umgeni. I ran home, and soaked my bleeding foot in bath water. "Jesus Christ!..." the ol' lady screeched, and rushed me to Addington, where a doctor stitched my foot without anaesthetic. Pain.
During school cross-countries, boys ran from Northlands to Beachwood, along the beach from Rocket Hut to Virginia Airport, back to school. I came tenth in my matric year (year 12). Adults and youths competed in Milk Marathons: walking races from town to Glenashley sugarcane fields and back to town. I again came tenth in my matric year.
We bought a fox terrier, Spartan, from SPCA. Spartan barked at kaffirs and coolies, and was a car-chaser. A neighbour walked his Dachshund and Alsation past our gate, causing trouble. Spartan ripped an ear off the Dachshund. The Alsation tore the skin off Spartan's tail. Wagging tail bones tapped thereafter. Another neighbour was Glenwood's headmaster, whose wife was paralysed. One night, he stood outside our dining-room shouting, "Spartan's barking keeps my wife awake. I'm gunna shoot him!..." Fraser and I watched him until he left. The ol' lady sniggered.
I played hooker for Northlands U15C team. We never won a match. I then played scrum-half for third and fourth teams, and we won some matches. I played some second team matches, but got thumped, as I was too small. Kaydee coached our first team, which never won a match. Northlands war cry didn't help:
"Brown and white. Chivalrous Knight.
Northland High will always fight.
After refereeing matches, kinky Kaydee preened in showers, comparing his long cock with boys' cocks. Kaydee walked on his hands on sports fields and chatted up lady staff. Kaydee sent cadets trekking by slow milk-train to 'Maritzburg cadet camps, where we camped in army tents, ate army food, and threw bouncy meat. Cadets inspected pubic growth in communal showers, while lathering with Lifebuoy soap.
Polishing was rife. Skelm said, "Jislaaik! My cock's small, as it was accidently severed, then doctors sewed it back on." On our return trek to Durbs, Skelm wysed, "While AWOLling, I shagged three cherries. Baba-baba-boo!"
I became bugler staff sergeant, then warrant officer, coached bugle playing to juniors, yelled at them to bone their boots and polish their brass, swing their arms shoulder height, and keep their dressing. We continued to come last at band competitions. DHS continued to win, followed by Newcastle and Glenwood. In my matric year, when we came second to last, we cheered.
1968. Mark Esslemont, Milk Marathon, Durban.