Lisa's confessions

Chapter 6

After my encounter with my mom, I release a huge sigh. It's high time I quit smoking weed. I've been procastinating on giving it up and I guess this is my chance to permanently stop. I might never get the chance again but can I promise to never repeat this mistake? Is that even possible? The difficult asspect of life is decision making. Damn! I grab my confession book and start authoring my thoughts:

I guess this is it. Goodbye to my second lover that never left me like my first lover did.
I'm not good at goodbyes but it's for the best. You are just not good for my health. This is really sad hey but let me share my thoughts on smoking.

Herbs like weed, help us to communicate with the spiritual. When high, there is a different version of Lisakhanya Ntshingila. The unstoppable Lisa. I accessed a part beyond of the physical and tapped into the realm of the spirits where I was at my purest form. But when that is over when you're sober you are now once neutral.
Apparently there is
a natural chemical, DMT which according to people actually makes you see God, see who you are.
I would have tried it, and maybe meth too, but it eez what it eez! It boosted my self esteem and It is the one thing that never disappoints me.
The greeness of the weed had me addicted that I became a habitual smoker. The smell of the smoke made my eyes roll back.
If weed was a man, I'd marry him. Lol.

I rest my head on top the headboard and just smile to myself. Besides the fact that I'm quitting smoking, my day with my mom was memorable. This made me realise how much I missed her. Well she's always busy and I'm always at school but I'm glad she's normal again. I find myself drifting to lala land and it's lights out for me.

I'm putting on my sneakers and I am disturbed by a knock.

Me: "Come in!"

I see uncle Thabo is ready. Rocking his black tights and black shirt revealing his masculinity.

Uncle T: "Come on Lisa, time is money!"

Me: "I'm almost done." I say stepping on the ground repeatedly for my leg to enter this shoe.

Him: "You'll find me downstairs." He says closing the door.

I tie my hair into a messy bun, thank God I undid those braids yesterday. I was beginning to look like a homeless person. I jog down the stairs and head into the gym room and uncle T is lifting weights. He notices me then he stops and walks towards me wiping his forehead with a towel.

Uncle T: "Okay let's start with the warm ups. Switch on the speaker, let's play some music."

I switch it on and he plays some energetic music. Push ups, lunges, squats, skipping, stretching.

After 15mins of warm ups, we take deep breaths! I want to drink some water but he reprimands me. Gosh!

He stops the music and connects his phone to the television. He plays a video on youtube and it's some Zumba! This I can do because I love dancing.

Him: "Okay 1, 2 , 3 go!"

We start dancing and I'm enjoying this but I'm sweaty as hell. After 3 videos of Zumba, I throw myself to the ground.

Me: "Can....can I drink water now?" I say with begging eyes.

I really need to quench my thirst or I might just die.

Uncle T: "We have a long way to go child. This was just the beginning!"

Me: "Yohh! I'm tired..Tee, angizukwazi." I say catching my breath.