Tsotsi looks panicked when Morris turns away from him and he runs to stop Morris from leaving. He wants to prove he's still a badass. But he isnt when he makes Morris wet himself. Wants to forget situations from the past - dog. Morris reminds Tsotsi of a dog, and specifically of the yellow bitch. Just like Morris uses only his arms to drag himself forward, the dog had also only used her front legs because her back was broken. Later in the chapter Morris when Morris is out of breath from his effort to get away, he reminds Tsotsi of a dog panting. When Morris throws his head back to look up, he reminds Tsotsi of. Tsotsi inflicts pain on his victims, notably Boston, but also suffers it himself as a street child and as a gangster. The beggar, Morris, angered and resentful because of his history of suffering and rejection, discovers finally that despite all the pain he experiences, he wants to live. Morris continues on with his day but soon notices he is being followed by Tsotsi. The chapter ends with Morris looking back only to see Tsotsi vanish into the shadows. Stepping on Morris-the cripples- hand he draws back memories of his childhood. Remembering a yellow bitch, a dog, crawling towards him just as Morris crawls now. About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features Press Copyright Contact us Creators.
Tsotsi Morris Tshabalala
Tsotsi Morris Plains
Tsotsi Morris Tshabalala
Tsotsi Morris Plains
Tsotsi Morris Biography
I saw him at Terminal Place- half a man. Ugly. He had no legs from the knee down. He dragged himself through the streets using his arms as oars. I stepped on his hand, and he looked up at me with anger and offence- but only for a moment, because then it was replaced with fear. He felt the bitter hatred inside me. I hated him. I decided right then and there, I was going to watch him take his last breath. I needed to. He sparked my interest, at that moment I could not figure out why. As I watched him crawl away, I realized it was because he reminded me of the yellow bitch in my memory. She too, had only used her front legs, dragging her back ones behind her. That wasn't all though... This cripple, this broken, disfigured man was the reality of all life. It is an ugly truth that lies within everyone. Life is twisted, and bent. Some are better at concealing the deformity within themselves, but others display it plain as day. I see it in the hands of Butcher, who can end any life without a second thought. I saw it in the last breath of Gumboot Dhlamini. Even the trees that surround the cememetary are stunted in their growth. This is the basic horror of existence. And the evidence of this realization was right here in front of me- Morris Tshabalala, the twisted, ugly truth of life. Naturally, I had to kill him. This would give me further evidence to prove that darkness lies within. It is all that lies within me. Or is there more? I followed him all day, waiting for my chance when it was just him and my hatred. He began by throwing stones at me. It was pathetic, really. It actually bothered me to watch this man with no legs, exhausted and afraid, moving as fast as he could, and still not able to escape the confines of darkness. I asked him what he felt, and he told me, 'nothing, except the fear of death.' I had trouble understanding the concept. But then he told me that he can still feel just the tiniest bit of warmth of the sidewalk. He said that when his hands can no longer feel at all, he will cut a hole in his trousers and sit on the sidewalk with his bare bum. He lives to feel something every day. Then he asked why I had to kill him. I surprised myself by saying, 'I don't have to.' He didn't seem to believe it, and neither did I, but then I said it again. He asked me how old I am, and I told him I didn't know, but I will find out.