Surviving High School.

chap.9

Ntando Majola

People think that being rich and powerful is a wonderful thing. I mean it has it's perks, but it's not all that. Trust me. And being in the Majola family is hard with famous actors, fashion designers, models, doctors, scientists, artists as aunt's, uncles and cousins is hard but imagine having your father as a well known business man and your mother is a culinary chef that is known throughout South Africa and some parts of the world.

It's hectic especially since your older sister is also following in your father's footsteps, doing business and learning the family businesses ins and outs since she's just the princess of the Umhlab'uyadibana kingdom while since I'm the only son, am supposed to start preparing to rule the kingdom but I keep postponing it because who wants to be a king nowadays days ? Definitely not me.

I want to enjoy my life and how will I do that when a wife will be shoved down my throat and after that it's going to be an heir. I have no problem with kids but I honestly don't see myself having children.

Sigh.

Let me stop with my sob story and get ready for school. It's the second week and I've already had enough of the learners and teachers. They treat me like I'm from royalty- which I am -but still. I just want some one who will treat me like a normal teenager ya know.

I wore my school uniform laughing a little when I wore my Jordan's, the gents and I decided back in grade 8 to match somehow and we came to the decision of matching shoes and school bags, I then proceeded to grab my school bag and phone off my study table on the far left of my bedroom next to the sliding door leading to the balcony.

I walked out of my room and headed down stairs where I could immediately hear my mother shouting at one of my sisters or the house help. Wonder who pissed in her tea. I bet father didn't give it to her good this morning.

Reaching the ground floor I fixed my posture and walked into the living room. "Molweni kumkani, kumkanikazi, nkosazana nawe nkosazana omncinci (Good morning my king, my queen, princess and young princess)" I say bowing a little bit "Molo nkosana yethu (Good morning our Prince)" I heard my father greet back  "Molo bhut'omdala (morning big brother)" Nandile my younger sister greets followed by my elder sister "molo bhuti, unjani? (Morning brother, how are you?)" I hear my sister's melodic soft voice

"Ndiphilile nkosazana wea unjani ? (I'm good princess, how are you ?)" I ask with a teasing voice. "Rhaa khand'bize nge gama lam (Argg please call me by my name)" she says laughing a little.  My baby sister giggles a bit.

"Such my princess, leads to punishment. I could never ever dare and call a royal by their name" I say dramatically. "Kutheni uthetha ngesingisi nyana? (Why are you speaking in English son ?)" My mother asks me sharply. She hates it when we don't speak in our mother tongue.

"Uxolo mama (sorry mother)" I say and decide to keep quiet during the rest of breakfast. My youngest sister was still quiet and that was worry some but I paid little attention to that. I'd talk to her properly at night or when we got back home. I know mother and father would be back later but no later than 12 am I'm sure. 

Once I finished I stood up and said my farewells in IsiXhosa obviously, didn't want her royal dragoness breathing fire on me. I walked to the garage and headed to my silver grey Polo vivo.

I grabbed my keys from the key rack and unlocked it. I opened the back door and placed my bag inside then headed to the drivers side and opened the door, slid in and started my car.

I saw uBab'Zondi open the garage doors and I drive out waving at him. Driving down the long drive way I see the gates open as I head closer to the gates. I see the security guard and wave at him as I drive out the gates heading to school.