Miki and the Boxing Gloves

By Malla Duncan

Miki Mavuya is eleven years old. He is excited when his cousin, the local middle-weight boxing champion, Zap Mazela, visits the Mavuya household. He is honoured when asked to look after a treasured pair of boxing gloves for Zap. He puts these in a safe place. But unfortunately for Miki, his grandmother finds them and what happens after that is the stuff of nightmare for Miki.
Things get worse when Zap is knocked out before the match even starts. With the big match approaching, things really go off the rails and there is nobody to face the mighty Chunky Chonco in the ring.
Then Miki gets the biggest surprise of his life. The most embarrassing surprise a young boy can suffer. He is convinced at this point, that his family is bent on ruining his life. But success and rewards come in a surprising twist that Miki cannot begin to imagine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Malla Duncan
• Release date: Jul 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9780987005250

Malla Duncan

Malla Duncan lives in Cape Town and writes across a variety of genres from 'women-in-jeopardy' to romantic adventure, children's fantasy and humorous books for African children. Her suspense novels are fast-paced, contemporary full-length stand-alone reads which introduce ordinary, flawed women characters caught in extraordinary circumstances.

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Miki and the Boxing Gloves

(Book II of the Miki series)

by

Malla Duncan

Copyright 2010 Malla Duncan

ISBN: 978-0-9870052-5-0

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Acknowledgements:

Cover design: Nandi Appleby – Cape Town, South Africa

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Website: http://www.nandiappleby.com

Editing: Jennifer Lean, Cape Town

Title font by: Fonts of Afrika

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Miki and the Boxing Gloves

Chapter 1

There was great excitement in the Mavuya household. Miki’s cousin, Zap Mazela, the local up-and-coming boxing hero, was coming to tea.

Zap was a Cape Town boy. He had been brought up by Mrs Mavuya because both his parents had died when he was young. Now he was twenty-five and had been trained at the local gym in Khayelitsha. He had already had his name in the papers and been on TV. Zap was a celebrity!

Mrs Mavuya was rushing about, picking up magazines and checking that she had enough cups. Zap was always accompanied by a group of friends who wore the latest fashions and dark glasses. To eleven-year old Miki, dark glasses were a clear sign of fame. After you got famous, you couldn’t see quite so well anymore and you had to protect your eyesight. This included anyone who happened to be in your dazzling company.

To Miki’s irritation, his grandmother arrived with a huge baking pan. She was planning on baking something called Flakey Cakey in preparation for the party that was to be held after the fight the next day.

Granny Noo was notorious for producing the most inedible food. Most people would only pretend to eat her puddings, hiding as much as they could under napkins, in flower pots, and even in their pockets. Some were foolish enough to swallow a bite and there had been cases of people crawling into hospital after tasting a bite of a Granny Noo pudding.

But nobody had the courage to tell Granny Noo her cooking was terrible.

Granny Noo had the appearance of an angry beetle. Her hair was always covered by a scarf tied in two points on top of her head like antennae. She had a small, flat face with slanty eyes that slid from side to side when she was really angry. She was tough and wiry, and carried a walking stick hooked onto her belt that had smacked more small boys’ legs than it had ever