Xaya (Sha•ya)
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My name is Xaya. I'm shockingly 23. I'm from the northern part of Namibia. I'm originally from Angola. I live with my mom and my uncle who is two years older than I am. My mom doesn't have it all in one bundle. We manage now and then, but we have enough. She and I have a relatively cold bond. It's generational.
I don't know much about my father, and I do not wish to know about him. I heard he's got a wife and a daughter, precisely my age, at least that's what I've heard.
Education? Well, I made it through the second year of university.
"What was your biggest achievement in the last seven months of the year."
Worthy asks. My eyes move to the strange tattoo on his left forearm. I might as well admit, he's very good looking. I know he's my uncle but one should give complimentary where necessary. His well-trimmed thick beard outlines his face perfectly. He is tall and average- built. Mom and he only share the same Father.
He and I are playing twenty-four questions. I don't know how we panned out playing this game but Worthy will go to higher length precisely to dig into me for clues. I do not mind. I just do not have the power of speech when it comes to telling about my dumb life. Worthy, on the other hand, is strange. He will look into your eyes and tell you what you need to know.
"Nothing."
I said frankly, raising from my seat. If I'm to be honest, I haven't accomplished anything.
My education is on hold and my grandmother has been browbeating me to move to The North. She has never been this way with me.
One, we are not friends, and two, she favors everyone else over me. I'm not saying I care. She can never see merit in me. So does my mom except uncle Worthy. That's my best friend.
My life has been a dubious journey with no love in it. I have been wounded since birth. My mother and father called it quits the same year I was born.
"Xaya!!"
Worthy narrowly wiggles me out of my agonizing reflections.
"Sorry."
"You've been standing in the same position for hours."
He exaggerates and I solely roll my eyes. I take a seat and waited for his question.
"The last question. Which place would you rather stay homeless, than spending the night?"
"The North."
"There is so much ahead of you Xaya. And you can not avoid it. You've only heard about The North. You've never been there. You can never dislike food which you never ate."
"Well, I can smell food which isn't good for me."
"I don't know what you're saying but don't let it get into your head. I've come across many people but you're the only person with a future I can not read. You obstructed me."
"And that is alright by me. I do not want me nor you to know about my outlook. There's nothing good about it nonetheless."
"How do you feel about the future?"
I throw my head back 'cause I know where he's going.
"Nothing. Worthy stop asking me too many questions. My head is starting to ache."
"We are playing a game."
"It's twenty- four questions. That's the twenty-fifth. Why am I the only one answering."
He lets his eyes linger on me and I gaze away. I know he's trying so hard to read my future but I'm not ready.
"When you are ready."
He speaks up and walks inside.
I position the cards back in the box and head inside.
•••••
"You can not go. Mom is at a one-sided war with everyone and I do not want you getting involved in crises. She'll be fine."
I overheard as I walked in.
"What is going on here?"
I glanced from one to the other.
"Go pack your things. We are leaving."
He looks at his sister, certainly daring her to stop him and she simply huffs in doom.
"To where?"
"The North."
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