CAPE DOMINION

Main protagonist, Johan Baatjies meets Peter Ackerman, owner of Ackerman Construction. A meeting which will launch Johan's journey to untold riches.

Such was Chelsea’s dominance since the Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich took over the club and injected his oil-made billions into the London club, that in January of that season, already Chelsea had an unassailable lead of 13 points over United. Johan wondered if he could buy the hearts and minds of the Coloured people in the Cape, in the same way that Abramovich used his money to buy success in English football.

Shawn and Miles watched in mild amusement. Johann on the other hand was mesmerised and only because he trusted Shawn with his life, did he not fear for his own. Somehow, he knew he was about to witness a murder, and that he was absolutely powerless to stop it.

Malik Sufyan, leader of the brutal and notorious Virgin Breakers gang is tired of his thug-life, prompting the perfect timing of a meeting request from Johan.

Elaine Pecker, the leader of the United Coloured Party, smiled when she heard the report. This was a sure sign that the Democratic Coalition Party, that had been in power in the Cape thanks to the naiveté of the Coloured voters, combined with the lack of a credible alternative party to represent the Coloureds, were running scared.

Aletta seemed nervous and slightly bemused. She had never been propositioned by a man, much less wooed. All she could think of was not to be rude or impolite. Yet something in Stanley’s eyes made her tingle with a slight fear. She liked the fear.

She was caught off guard, but instantly her body was flooded with oxytocin and she welcomed the kiss hungrily. Despite herself, she found her Calvinist restrictions being unlocked expertly by Stanley’s ...

Whitey enjoyed the violence, he loved the combat, his weapon of choice was the knife, because it was such an intimate option. He particularly enjoyed the moment a life was extinguished and he stared into the victim’s eyes, sometimes he swore he could feel their soul depart the body.

The only real way to get to Whitey was through Themba, his lover. And this wasn’t too easy either, since the two were seldom apart. Themba, though, did have a love for gardening, which Whitey detested, but allowed his lover to indulge in. Secretly he enjoyed receiving flowers from Themba every now and again.

Natasha Wakefield owned a small but very successful Public Relations and Communications company based on the Foreshore. Johan had used her for several product and marketing activations and was impressed by her professionalism. He picked up the phone...

Elaine was a little nervous with excitement at the prospect of meeting with Johan. She wore an informal business suit which oozed understated boss-lady energy. Johan was dressed in a charcoal two-piece suit, white shirt and plain dark blue silk tie.

“You have a plan that will guarantee that I have control over the Cape municipalities?” “No, I mean total dominion over the Western Cape Province; you will become the strongest political party in the Cape and will hold total control over the city and the province.”

Now Elaine was truly dumb founded, she could see from the expression on Johan’s face that he was totally serious, yet she could not fathom how he was going to achieve this impossible dream.

Elaine knew that no matter his promises, there was no way to avoid violence and bloodshed when dealing with the gangs.

Whitey’s eyes seemed to roll back into his head and his eyelids were half-way closed. His glazed look stared ahead aimlessly as his heart rate increased.

And her new, white, friends were impressed with her chauffeur-driven BMW. Little did they know that the chauffeur was actually her...

Usually, she responded in brash gaudy fashion to unwanted attention. This time however, she was at a loss for words, she stared up at him...

He wondered, for a moment, why he felt so little remorse for raping Themba, he knew it was wrong, but he enjoyed it so much, yet...

Johan explained his plan to offer, via the gang bosses, every eligible, voter on the Cape Flats, the sum of R1000 rand for voting in the up-coming election.

The thin narrow beam lit up the area ahead and the unmistakable rank odour of two sweaty bodies having had sexual intercourse earlier led him to Jamal’s bedroom.

Both Lucky and Jamal’s woman were acutely aware of an intense sensation of pure evil emanating from Whitey. They stared at the horror unfolding, in mesmerised silence.

Stanley eased his foot down onto the accelerator pedal and the car set-off to the Bo-Kaap, an area known for its vibrant Malay community and delicious food.

The guy’s accent identified him as a white Afrikaans kid. Stanley wondered what the f**k four Afrikaner white boys were doing in the Bo-Kaap, this late at night.

Becoming a mom had given her that sexy thickness that would be all the rage in years to come when the modelling world started to embrace real women’s bodies.

The police officer who voluntarily brought him a McDonald’s coffee the next morning was a young kid with an intelligent face. There were a few other inmates sharing the cell...

“Hey, I’m talking to you Klapperkop“, (the literal translation of this word is Coconut head) and it was intended to be even more derogatory than just Coconut.

Malik’s well-developed sense of intuition sensed that coverage of the incident and the sustained online commentary was no coincidence. A part of him smiled at the genius of it all.