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THE EPPIK BIOPIC

THE EPPIK BIOPIC

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AMOS OFENTSE TAPILE

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 – AMOS OFENTSE TAPILE

CHAPTER 2- LORD BUSINESS

CHAPTER 3- SOLID E

CHAPTER 4- SOLID INTERNET CAFÉ

CHAPTER 5-EPPIK SESSIONS

CHAPTER 6-RUSTY DUSTY AUGUST

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CHAPTER 1

AMOS OFENTSE TAPILE

Starts off at a romantic dinner table for two,the year is 1983,Careless whispers in the back ground.Daddy laying his mack down,later that night…sexual exercise.Born athlete! I was the fastest sperm.My first travel into female fertile land.Smangaliso I was to named since my grandad”s name was Amos and he was married to a lovely woman named Maria and she was no longer a virgin-I was to inherit the same fate but this is not a miracle,I”ve been walking on water before my mom”s water broke and they cut my umbilical.I must say, that was the deepest cut and when I touch there I still feel it,like any other baby I was born screaming but the nurses thought I was singing.They wrapped me in a white towel symbolic of an angel.They handed me over to mummy and with tears in her eyes,she said Ofentse ke leina la mosimane O.(meaning,Ofentse is the name of the boy).Papa are ke Amos,just like his Grand Dad.That was to be my christian name and Ofentse was to be my government name.As usual grand ma had to raise the babies….

                                                   INTRODUCTION

ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!

Hi, my name is Amos Ofentse Tapile.I Grew up in my grandma”s house in a small royal village of the Bafokeng tribe called Phokeng.I”ve always been adventurous and at the age of 5,I couldn”t stand pre-school so I dropped out!no I didn”t,LOL. I had a big brother who was already in primary school & I couldn”t understand why we didn”t go to the same school- So I became a bully and terrorised the whole creche.I always had the nicest girls and I remember the one named Queen from the photos of my 4 year birthday Party.Any way one day I held the principal of the pre-school hostage and threw  stones at her,then ran off to my big brother”s school up the road.The teachers and principal followed me to the school where I later negotiated with both schools for them to let me study there since my big brother was also there.Mom and dad agreed, so there I was sitting in a grade 1 class at the age of five!cool,ain"t it???

 3 years later South Africa won it"s democracy and I had already finished my grades,I was now in standard 1 “they schools” was on fire.I remember vividly a fight broke out for welfare food,it was peanut butter bread,dry biscuits and kool aid,which my friend Goodwin and I were collecting from all the classes to sell to other kids in the village.I remember the fight vividly cause I lost a piece of my ear that day and I still have the scars to prove it.Looking back that was the armed revolution,(more about that later).On the playground I was legendary and had the whole primary school playing toy soldiers.I was the captain and had organised an army of class mates.We made water and sand bombs in  plastic bags then challenged other classes,always the seniors to war at lunch time and after school.

I was becoming notorious but the teachers liked me because my mother was one of them,just at another school.They knew each other on a first name basis,Parents were complaining about dirty school uniforms but I’m sure favors were pulled to make sure I never got kicked out.My parents finally made it out of my Grand-Ma”s house,to a middle class suburb in town.

I was doing my last years of primary school anyway and I was 13 going thru adolescence.My parents put me in a private christian school and my neighbours were now white and so were the teachers at my new school .Things had changed drastically,democracy was new and multi racial societies were just beginning.The white girl next door was nice to me and used to let me ride on her bike since a soccer ball was the only toy I had...(life as a shawty shouldn't be so rough)ok,time for a lil Ad Break,even Bloggers gotta pay the bills,please do give them a call for all your IT needs.