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Chapter 69

On the way home Hennie questioned Lionel further for more detail on what his prefect was doing to and with him and some of the stories that came out were worse than what he had already told me. In fact as I sit here writing this account all those years on from the time he told us this, I still get tears in my eyes for him. The poor guy was suffering terribly at the hands of his senior and he was powerless to do anything about it without risking further and worse treatment than he was already getting. As Lionel spoke I could see Hennie's grip on the steering wheel getting stronger and stronger as his anger made him tense up. The language that he was using also got worse the angrier he became as he learned just how much his son had suffered. I think the prefect concerned could be really glad that he was not around at this very moment because I think Hennie might have taken great pleasure in dismembering his body joint by joint starting with the fingers and toes while he was still alive.

When we arrived back at the homestead, Hennie went straight to see ma to ask for some time off so that he could go to the school and speak to the headmaster. Moira saw the expression on her husband's face and came over to us to ask what the problem was. Lionel told his ma that he was being bullied at school and that his pa was very angry about it and that he was worried his pa was going to make trouble at the school and this would cause more problems for him. Moira told Lionel not to worry because she knew Hennie and she would make sure that he was calm and thought his actions through before he did anything more. Lionel was not that reassured by his mother and so continued to worry and I tried to comfort him as much as I could. When Hennie came out from speaking with ma, Moira went straight to him and he pulled her into a hug and said something to her which I could not hear then with his arm around her shoulders he came over to talk to Lionel. "Son, I am going to ask you something now and before you even know what it is I want you to know that whatever your answer is, we will respect that and not ask anything more of you in this matter unless it is necessary. This boy who is bullying you needs to be stopped but I know that if we go in there on the first day back at school it will be obvious to everyone that you have talked about what is happening and you will be seen as a grass. So what I want to propose and this is where you can say yes or no and whatever your answer is, that is what we will settle for. What I want to suggest is that when you go back to school you carry on with this prefect as if there has been nothing said and I am going to ask the headmaster to put out spies to catch him in the act and make it look like that is how they have found out about the bullying. It does mean that you might have to suffer for at least a few days more, possibly a bit longer, but then after that the boy should be expelled and you will be released from it without losing face amongst your friends. What do you think?"
"I think I need to think. Can I go and get a shower and let you know after we have eaten please?" Lionel answered.
"Of course, that is a very wise way to approach it. You make me very proud." Hennie answered and I took Lionel's hand and led him away to the house and to a joint shower.

Once we were in the shower and the water was helping to muffle our voices I said, "Your pa is very clever. He thought that up so quickly and I think it is the best way to get rid of that bastard who is being so fucking mean to you."
"I know, but I am still a bit scared that somehow it will get out that I talked to my pa." Lionel said.
"The only way it can get out is if you tell someone or if the headmaster tells someone. No one else will know that you have talked. And if anyone suggests that you did you can ask them that if it were true how come nothing was done before the start of the term. Why did you have to suffer more if they knew?" I reasoned with him. "Lionel, I really think you should trust your pa with this one."
Lionel pulled me into a hug under the spray of water and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you PP, you really are a cool guy for a honkie." And he kissed me some more before I could retort. At least it got a smile back on his face which had been missing since he began telling me while we lay there naked in the back of the backie. When we got out of the shower we dried and dressed and then Lionel said, "You know this is the first shower we have had where we did not at least get hard and play with each other."
I was quite shocked as I took that truth in and then said, "But there was something more important that needed our attention this time. We are friends first and sex buddies second. That is how we started and that is how we will go on."
Little did I know just how true that would prove to be.

When ma and I were sitting at the table for our evening meal ma asked me about the problem and I just said that I did not feel that I could share details but Lionel was being very poorly treated by his senior at school and Hennie was very cross about it. Ma realised that it would be unfair for her to probe any further and she just said, "Having it come out will make it hard for Lionel for a little while and he will need your support to help him get through it."
"And he will have it because that is what friends do." I answered.
"Are you sure you are just friends?" Ma asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked in return.
"I mean are you his friend or his boyfriend?" Ma expanded.
"Ah ... um ... I ... I'm not sure." I stammered out. Ma had taken me by surprise. I had not thought of us being boyfriends in the sense ma was asking but now that the idea had been planted in my head it was rapidly taking root and growing.
"Pieter, listen to me now, I know that you and Willem did some stuff together and that you had a special feeling for him, but I believe that was because of the circumstances that brought you two together so suddenly. Willem was very good to you when pa was killed it was only natural that you should have special feelings towards one who helped you through some of the worst parts of it. But when Lionel arrived with his parents that very first day I saw something between the two of you that I have never seen in my life before. I can't really describe it, but there was something there right from the very first moment. It happened so naturally that I now know there was nothing I could ever have done to stop it. Not that I would have anyway. Pieter, I believe that you are in love with Lionel and he is in love with you just like a husband and wife love each other. There is nothing to be ashamed of in that at all. But it is something that needs to be taken care of. It might have happened so naturally, but the long term longevity of it requires more than nature. I can only advise you and I want you to know that if ever you need to talk about something I am here to listen. I can't say I will understand all that is happening in your life, but I can listen and tell you what I think."
"Thanks ma. Do you really think we are in love like a boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked.
"In a sense yes, but also no. I think you are in love like a boyfriend and a boyfriend. That might be similar to a boy girl love; but not the same." Ma said.

Lionel interrupted our conversation by barging in. "Pa says I have to go with him tomorrow in case the head wants to ask me something and so that he can see that I am telling the truth. So you will have to do the work on the farm alone tomorrow."
This told me that I was not invited to go along with them and ma could see the disappointment that I had not expressed.
"Pieter, it would look very strange if a coloured man arrived at a coloured school with a white boy in the car. The headmaster might think that the coloured man is just a trouble maker and not take him seriously so it is best that Hennie and Lionel go alone." Ma displayed her wisdom that taught me that I could look to her for help when I needed it.
"We are leaving very early tomorrow morning so pa has said I need to get to bed early tonight and no hankie-pankie." And Lionel burst out laughing. I think we were both coming to realise that it was a relief to be out to our parents and have their acceptance of us as we were.
Ma also chuckled over Lionel's little statement and then asked what time he needed to be ready for his father the following morning. I knew she would make sure that he was ready for his father at the appointed hour.
So it was that we went to bed without doing anything more than giving each other a kiss and a cuddle and then we lay side by side in the beds holding hands.
"Ma says she thinks we are more than just friends. She thinks we are boyfriends." I whispered in the darkness of the room.
"What do you think?" Lionel asked back.
"I don't know. I've never had a boyfriend like that before. But I like us like this. What do you think?" I responded.
"Ma asked me if there was a funny feeling in my tummy when I see you. And when I said yes, she just said, well that is either fear or love. I know you are not afraid of him so it must be love. And that is all she said." Lionel said and then added, "So I guess they are right."
"I guess they are." I concurred. "I do love you Lionel." There I had said it and it had not reared a big ugly head to bite my own head off.
"If this is love, then I love you and don't want it to end." Lionel said.
With that we both fell into a pleasant silence from which we drifted off to sleep until the next morning.
We were prevented from alleviating each other's sexual needs because we did not wake up early enough as Hennie wanted to leave the farm before six in the morning to give them enough time to travel to the school, carry out what needed to be done there, and return before nightfall. We got woken up as the sun was rising and Lionel had to get on and do his ablutions and dress in his school uniform, which he hated, in fairly quick time. As a result I too got up and got dressed in my signature shorts and t shirt which made Lionel even more upset that he had to wear his uniform, but I encouraged him that at least it would show good form to the headmaster.
Ma was also up and we all breakfasted together on cereal and hot coffee before Hennie and Lionel set off. Hennie at least looked a lot more in control of himself than he had the previous day and I hoped for Lionel's sake that he would be able to keep control of himself at the school.

The day seemed to go a lot slower without Lionel to accompany me as I did the chores ma set me to do on the farm. Ma appointed Dingaan to work with me as Oom Jakob and Willie were busy elsewhere and Stephan was not going to get to us until after lunch for some reason. I think Stephan was really just coming to pick Willie up and if that had not been a reason to come he would not have as his other business meant that he arrived too late to do any meaningful work on the farm for the day.
When I went outside after breakfast to see Lionel and Hennie off, Dingaan was already waiting for me and we headed off to the tractor shed as the first chore was to take the trailer to where the workers were cutting thatching grass and get it filled again as the women doing the combing had nearly finished the grass they had. This would ensure they had enough work for the next few days and the thatchers would not run out of the little bundles the women were making up. This time it was Dingaan who drove the tractor and I was sitting up on the mudguard next to him so there were no bare feet making little forays into anyone's shorts. Most of the thatching grass was being harvested from the vleis[i] that got flooded each year when the river broke its banks in the rainy season. Because the river deposited a layer of rich silt and the clay held the water in, the grass grew tall and thick and provided a good quality for thatching. The road ran alongside the edge of the vlei on slightly higher ground and the workers had piled bundles of cut thatch at intervals along the side of the road so we pulled the trailer up beside each pile and then Dingaan and I would transfer the bundles onto the trailer. At first this was quite easy, but when the pile got higher and I could not reach the top to put my bundle on, Dingaan suggested that I get on top of the pile and take the bundles from him to stack them properly so that they would not fall off on the trip back to the homesteads. This was hot work and I was glad when we had got the trailer loaded and could head for home again. The women off loaded the trailer under the watchful eye of Dingaan and I made a bee line for our kitchen to get a glass of water. Filling a second glass I took it out to Dingaan who looked shocked. It was not common for a white person to offer a black employee a glass of water and especially not using a glass from the white person's own home. But I don't see colour and Dingaan had been a great help to us following pa's death and I respected him for that. I did not realise it at the time but my offering Dingaan a drink from my house increased his standing and authority over the other staff and so I had done him more than just a favour.
When we went out for the second and last load for the day I thought and took some water with me in canvas cool bags and again I allowed Dingaan to drink from the same cool bag as me. Some would call me innocent, others foolish for this, but I really couldn't care a less. Being considerate towards others seemed to happen so naturally to me that I did not have to think about it. I was also given something of a reprieve because where we collected the second trailer load of grass from was near to where the workers were still cutting grass and so Dingaan called them to help load and I was able to just stay on the trailer the whole time and make sure it got stacked safely and securely. This did not involve a lot of strenuous work but I did do some lifting and swinging of the bundles. Although I was not fluent in Zulu yet I was able to understand most of what Dingaan was telling the others and it basically came down to him telling them they were weak and slow and when I "the Baasie" had been loading the last load by myself the trailer had been loaded much faster. This of course was not true, but it was Dingaan's way of telling the workers that I had worked alongside of him as well as any of them could. I was to find out as time went along that Dingaan was always singing my praises to the labourers and when they saw that he was not exaggerating any more than was expected in their custom this built in the workforce a great respect for "the Baasie" (the little boss). Later on as I took over more control of the farm management this was to stand me in good stead and especially when there was no wife, but another male clearly keeping me company at night. But more of that later in the story.
For the rest of the day my chores were more of a supervisory type and I went around the various parts of the farms where there was work being carried out, chauffeured in my little tractor by Dingaan who would interpret what I had to say into the correct vernacular language for the workers at each place. Dingaan was also very good as he would make suggestions to me if he thought I might need to consider some other aspect which I might have overlooked. I was also very pleased to find that my understanding of the main languages spoken on the farm by the labourers had not diminished while I was not practicing them at school and now during the holidays I was getting the opportunity to strengthen them more. I had grown up speaking two languages and it wasn't until I was about four that I was able to start separating the two languages into their different groups, but the vernacular languages did not really start coming into my learning until I was about nine and had started to accompany pa on some days as he went about doing the farm work. At least at that age I was able to understand and pick up on the differences in the three main languages our work force spoke and so could learn bits of each of them at the same time. However, at thirteen I still was not fluent in any of them and Zulu was the one I was strongest at.

I had got home from my last chore and was sitting on the veranda with ma and Moira, enjoying my one beer for the day when Hennie and Lionel got back. Moira immediately got up and went to speak with Hennie to find out how it had gone and Lionel came to me and said he was going to change out of his uniform. Ma told me to go with him. I am sure she did it because I was busting to know what was decided and ma knew that and so she was also giving me permission to leave her alone. I left my beer on the table and followed Lionel to the room.