Mapona — South African Amateur Pon Part 1

“A letter of affiliation from a club?”

He found a broken 5-iron in a dumpster behind the maintenance shed. The grip was chewed up by what looked like rats, and the shaft had a slight bend, like a question mark. He took it home and practiced in the sandlot behind the spaza shop. He didn’t have balls, so he hit stones. Pebbles. Crushed beer bottle caps. Each swing sent a sharp sting up his wrists, but he learned to keep his head down. He learned that if you hit the bottle cap on the smooth side, it would fly straight. If you hit the ridged side, it would slice violently into the thornbushes. Mapona South African Amateur Pon Part 1

“I watch,” Mapona said. “I watch everything.” “A letter of affiliation from a club