There Should Have Been Five. Marilyn Honikman
to keep anyone who wants to join the army. The Italian army is helping Germany. They have invaded countries in East Africa and they are threatening to take over the Union of South Africa. Our army is fighting with the Allies to stop them. Join the army now, and you will travel to interesting places! You will see the world! You will have wonderful stories to tell your children and your grandchildren!”
Many of the men drifted away, muttering about risking their lives for a country that did not care about them. Job stepped closer to where a group of miners had gathered around the table.
“How much will you pay?” he asked the army officers.
The man in uniform gave him a leaflet with the pay rates. “We’ll be back next Sunday,” the man told him as he folded his chair.
*
“Buy a few good clothes and save the rest.” Sipho reflected on Job’s advice as he sat in the sun-drenched compound the following Sunday. “Don’t spend yet! Wait a bit before you have fun, till you’ve saved enough money.”
Piano notes floated from somewhere over the wall, and the thrum of a double bass.
Sipho was torn. His didn’t have enough money yet to buy a cow, but life in the compound was grim. Beyond the wall he could hear people laughing, and he was about to go and look for the piano when a large car drove, spluttering, into the compound.
The driver left the engine running as he climbed out and lifted the bonnet, and Sipho wandered over to watch. The driver took out a screwdriver and fiddled with something, and the engine raced loudly. He worked under the bonnet some more, until it hummed sweetly.
To Sipho, it seemed to sing. And he knew instantly that he would save his money, but that he would not use it to buy cows – this is what he wanted, a motor car.
Job was suddenly in front of him, flapping a newspaper.
“Sipho! News! Two bits of news! Here’s the first, on the front page of The Star.” Job pointed to a photograph of Jan Smuts.
Sipho nodded. “The Prime Minister.”
Job sat down next to Sipho as other miners looked up. “See what he said … ” Job started reading from the newspaper headline. “At the Premier Mine Training Camp yesterday General Smuts told trainee soldiers they would be fighting for freedom.”
A couple more men came over and peered at the photograph.
Job continued, “ … we now go forth … to fight for freedom itself, the freedom of the human spirit, the free choice of the human individual to shape his own life … The world cause of freedom is also our cause and we shall wage this war for human freedom … ”
“Heybo! Promises, promises!” said one man as some others laughed. “You think the abelungu will keep their promises? And that Jan Smuts? Slim Jannie! He’s too clever, and slippery.”
“But see this!” Job insisted, pointing at another article. “The Nazis are putting Jewish people on trains and no one knows what happens to them. They just disappear!”
Sipho thought with dismay of Mr Aaron. Does he have family in Germany?
He reached out, took The Star from Job and read on.
Another man called out loudly, “Why should we worry about the Jews?”
“Because one day it might be you!” a usually quiet man said firmly.
“It could be you. Hitler doesn’t like black people either,” Job spoke out. “I read that there are not many black people left in Germany. Some have escaped and many have been killed. A few black actors have been allowed to stay for Nazi propaganda films, to act as buffoons, and they have been sterilised so they can’t have children.”
There was a horrified silence.
“So what will he do if he wins this war and comes here?” Job asked. “The Italian army is helping the Germans. They’re in East Africa. I think I will go and fight this war.”
Sipho was silent as he read the article. He thought about his father, and how worried he had been after a discussion with Mr Aaron about Hitler. Then he nodded decisively. “My father hated fighting. He said, ‘War is terrible but Hitler is not a man you can talk to. You can’t discuss things with such a man.’ I know many men won’t come back from this war, but we must fight Hitler.”
*
When the army recruiting officers arrived, Job signed up immediately.
“Perhaps you should wait a bit, Sipho, until you’re older …” he suggested again.
But Sipho was already signing his name beneath Job’s, wondering where it would take them. Wondering what they would see.
Wondering if they would return.
*
And only later that night did Sipho remember Job’s excited voice saying he had two bits of news.
“So, Job? What’s the other news you had for me?”
“Good news: Zanele said yes!”
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