"Raul, you're always making noise in the Library, and I always get on your case for it, honestly, I think you do it to get punished," Anja Guttenberg, Head Librarian of the City of Johannesburg, Gauteng, said sharply. The lady was speaking to her most annoying patron, whom she found sitting at a computer, thirty nine minutes after the Johannesburg City Library officially closed. All of the patrons were gone, and was all Library staff. Only the Head Librarian remained, and she was about to close the place down when something unforeseen happened...
Standing there, hands on her hips, the tall, fifty-something, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, pleasantly plump Librarian confronted the surly young Zulu man, who looked her up and down and smirked. Raul Jabulani had this absolutely unflappable way of carrying himself. The tall, handsome and well-dressed young Zulu brother carried himself like a prince, and he didn't care if you were Black or White, rich or poor. He did his own thing and wouldn't let you or anyone else get in his way. Anja found this hot...and annoying as fuck.
"Yeah, the question is, what are you going to do about it?" Raul Jabulani shot back, and he leaned back in his chair, and Anja's heart skipped a beat. For she saw the bulge in his track pants, and licked her lips involuntarily. Anja took a step closer to Raul and he seemed nonplussed by her tone of voice and obvious distress. Raul was definitely a confident, downright cocky young Zulu brother, one who was obviously used to having his way with the ladies.
"Well, Raul, I've got no choice, I have to punish you," Anja Guttenberg replied, and with that, she stepped closer to Raul, and patted his groin. The young Black man smiled, and looked at Anja with a combination of lust and expectation. He definitely knew the effect he had on her. From the first time Anja laid eyes on Raul, she knew that the six-foot-tall, Afro-sporting, dark-skinned and handsome young Zulu was trouble. Indeed, trouble with a Capital T.
A part-time student at the University of Johannesburg, Raul Jabulani and his cronies liked to use the community Library like their own personal playground. For months Anja Guttenberg watched them do their thing, powerless to stop them. The brothers came around, listened to loud music, flirted with female patrons, smoked in the bathrooms and in the smoke-free parking lot, and flipped the bird at Library staff when they tried to stop their flow. Anja Guttenberg found their conduct absolutely despicable...and quite arousing.
"If that's what you call it," Raul shot back, and Anja Guttenberg blinked, and then smiled before sitting on the table, inches from him. At the age of fifty nine, Anja Guttenberg was no spring chicken. She'd been a student at the University of Gauteng in those heady, bright days when Apartheid officially ended and Nelson Mandela became the first Black President of the Republic of South Africa. Days filled with the promise of change, as Anja naively thought of them back then.
A lot of White South Africans were nervous about the new regime, and feared what the Blacks might do now that one of their own was in charge of governing the country. They had seen Whites get dispossessed by the Government of President Robert Mugabe in the Republic of Zimbabwe. After being in power in the Southern regions of Africa for centuries, the White man had been dethroned thanks to the forces of Global Black Liberation, and was running for the hills...
Anja Guttenberg was a young Liberal, a supporter of racial equality, and she supported the Presidency of Nelson Mandela. She sensed that the wise man with the friendly smile was a far better person than Zimbabwe's fiery leader Robert Mugabe. The fledgling Republic of South Africa was in good hands with Nelson Mandela at the helm. Of course, not everyone shared Anja Guttenberg sunny disposition toward the Blacks of South Africa. Many felt that the country was headed for disaster with its multiculturalism and affirmative action policies...
The end of Apartheid did not magically fix all of South Africa's problems and turn it into a racial utopia. There was still a race problem, and Blacks and Whites were cautious around each other. Anja Guttenberg went a step further and did the unthinkable, she crossed the racial line and got with "one of them." While studying in the University of Gauteng Library, Anja Guttenberg had met a most remarkable young man. One destined to change her life.
Never one to mince words, Anja Guttenberg informed her friends and family about her new beau. And that's when the shit absolutely hit the fan. Her parents, Nicole and Hauser Guttenberg disowned her when she got married to Patrick Dumisani, a handsome young man who was born of a Zulu mother and a White father originally from Rhodesia, as the Republic of Zimbabwe was called at the time.
Anja Guttenberg marriage to Patrick Dumisani was wonderful, and at times trying. They had their ups and downs, like any other couple. Their union lasted twenty years, and they had two lovely daughters, Marianne and Josephine Dumisani. In the post-Apartheid Republic of South Africa, a lot of people, both Black and White, would gawk at Anja Guttenberg and her multiracial family as they went about their daily lives.
Anja Guttenberg loved her husband and daughters, and stuck with them. After the end of Apartheid, Blacks and Whites began to interact a lot more but there were still certain lines that both sides felt were not meant to be crossed. Anja had crossed those lines, and had become persona non grata in White South African society. Never mind the angry looks that she got from Afrikaner males, those die-hard racists who were terrified of the idea of Black men getting their precious White women. Anja didn't give a damn what they thought.
