Soo have I got some tea for you.

Let’s go back to 2004, I went to primary school at St.Martins which is located in the South of Jozi. One day on the way back home, my dad saw a young boy on the side of the highway asking for a lift.

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The boy was dressed in The Hill school uniform, which was a school not too far from the school my sister & I went to. At the time I was 12 and the boy must could have been around 15/16. So I guess my dad just wanted to assist.

The boy gets in the car and introduces himself as Robert and is en route to an area near Orange Farm. From the go I could tell that he didn’t have much, he explained that he was living with his gran.

We stopped at the shops to buy him food, drove past Mondeor (my hood) all the way to the deep South. I remember thinking and knowing that the life I was living was a privilege. My heart broke at the way he was living.

My dad made arrangements for the boy to catch a lift with us for the rest of the week. During that week he came to our house and even shared a meal.

Most polite guy, Robert became a friend and maybe even the big brother I never knew I had. My parents decided to buy him a phone and give him money on a weekly basis.

Then after a month or two Robert was gone, just disappeared. Went to the Hill and it turns out he didn’t go to that school. Sjoe, anyway.

About a year later, I’m at Rosebank mall with my Mom and sister. We at the arcade section, anyway we done playing and it’s time to get those silly prizes with the tickets we’ve won. I’m waiting in line and BOOM!! I see Robert waiting in front of me.

But this guy is swagged out, like I wasn’t even sure if it was him. How can someone soo poor be dressed like he just won the lotto. Eventually, I attempt to call him, “Robert….” and the guy blanked me.

I’m like there’s no ways, I know this guy! Attempt no.2 “Robert.” blanked

Now it’s awkward, I go to my Mom and I say there’s Robert. She looks and says, yes it is him. She was confused af!

About 3 years later my Dad sees a newspaper article about a scammer who has been operating in the South. Robbing from people’s houses after giving/performing a sad story.

Yesterday I read about #ThaboBester robbing a family in Kibler Park - wait that’s like 5mins from Mondeor. Wait, hold up. Hold TF up!!!!

Please don’t tell me that Robert is #ThaboBester. SJOE!!!!!