12/02/2026
This is an excerpt from ASTRAY LEADERS ( A Novel by Isaac Tlaka)
That night, Zac didn't sleep in his apartment. He came at nine in the morning and found me already bathed, sitting at the table. I was busy eating some crispy-ginger-biscuits I had found in the cupboard. Without greeting, he went into the bedroom and returned carrying a backpack. "Let's go," he said on his way out of the apartment. I followed him. Once I joined him in his car, he instructed me to open a backpack, which was already placed on the dashboard. The contents of that backpack were two balaclavas. I looked at him, surprised.
"We are going to rob the cellphone store, homeboy," he said.
"Where?" I asked nervously.
"Highpoint Shopping Centre," he replied, opening the glove compartment and took out two 9 millimeter pistols, which intensified my nervousness. There was no anathema to me like guns. That began the day when Jake pulled one on me. "These guns are loaded," he added, handing me one gun. It was for the first time I held a gun.
"But I've never fired a gun before," I said, my voice quavering.
"Who said you are going to fire it?" Zac asked as he turned the engine on.
I was silent along the journey, wondering if I was really a man enough to can pull a gun on someone and rob them.
When we arrived at Highpoint Shopping Centre, we took our time, almost forty minutes in the car, plotting. At that moment, our eyes were fixed on the cellphone store.
"It's time," said Zac, tucking a gun in his waistband. "Let's go see if you have balls, homeboy." A backpack was already hanging from his shoulder when he stepped out of the car. Patiently, he waited for me to prepare myself. When I stepped out of the car, I was feeling ready to commit that crime. With a nod that signaled my readiness, I looked at Zac. He nodded back. Then we strode towards our targeted store. We didn't rush into entering that store. We stood a bit far from the entrance and observed the inner side, where there was a short queue of customers moving towards two female-Indian cashiers. No one seemed to suspect us. "I don't think we are going to score big, because Sundays are not always productive," Zac whispered.
"Oh," I returned the whisper.
"Let's hide our faces and work," said Zac, preserving his whisper.
With the balaclavas which were already on our heads, we covered our faces and pulled out the guns, as we entered the cellphone store...