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“What’s the problem?” Mr. Govender retorted.
“Er… em… the violin symphony. What’s up this morning?”
Mr. Govender stared at him strangely and shook his head, “ What are you talking about?” He attempted to shut the door in Greg’s face, but the latter quickly wedged his foot in the doorway.
“Wait! Hold on… I… mean… the Beethoven Symphony on C minor…”
“Hey what about it? First you came here two days ago for a music sheet… next you talk about beggars threatening you… now it’s about a violin symphony. I don’t know what you are talking about man! I don’t even play classical stuff. I play Rock ‘n Roll. If you want that I will give it to you…” Mr. Govender turned back into his house and called on someone inside, “Jason! Please turn on the heavy metal rock!” Then he slammed the door against Greg’s face.
Greg was disturbed and walked sadly away. All this time he had thought the Govenders had been the ones playing the classical music... Then where was the classic music coming from? He walked slowly and the rain started to fall. At first it was very light, then it became heavy rain. Greg didn’t care about the rain. He cared more about getting to the bottom of the mystery. Who had been playing the music?
The rain pelted him heavily. He was wet and drenched in his pyjamas. He suddenly remembered one thing Naidoo mentioned- that the beggar had a violin. He walked briskly to the makeshift cardboard shelter that was already soaked and blown apart by the storm. The blanket was still on the soil, heavily soaked with water. Greg raised it up with his foot and saw a torn score sheet with an old, termite-eaten violin carefully wrapped inside a plastic bag. He cautiously picked them up and studied the awkward music notes written with pencil on the half torn but wet sheets. He wished there was more. Obviously, it had been the so-called beggar playing the symphony on a broken violin.
Greg marveled and shook his head, “ A genius is gone.” He carefully picked up the wet music sheets and searched around for more. He wished he could find the rest of the scripts. Unbeknownst to him, the rest of the music notes had already been written on the fridge in the kitchen, scribbled with a sharp knife by Naidoo.
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Dan akinlolu
Dan Akinlolu is a Nigerian born South African base writer and producer; a one time prize winning writer with South African Writers’ Circle (SAWC) and Australia’s BLM. He has contributed and published in literary journals both within and outside Africa including the prestigious University of Michigan State journal - The Offbeat (USA), Bruce Cook’s - Author 2008 publication (USA) and BLM’s E-zine (Australia); though Dan published his first poetry with National Poetry of Library, USA, he has a dynamic experience spanning media, literature, public relations and arts. He lives and work in South Africa
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:) Amanda Hicks | Jul 2nd, 2008
very nice... its funny how sometimes the more touching stories aren't drawn out novels but simple chronicles of someones day
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