The Unspoken Diary of a Namibian Girl

Part 22

Dear Diary,

Today started like most days, with a heartfelt prayer. There's something soothing about beginning the day in God's guidance, and I cherish that. The morning flowed smoothly, and soon enough, it was time for the competition. Stepping into the hall, I felt a wave of nervousness. The other clubs were impressively represented, as were we, yet there's that unique tension when facing opponents. Gathering my team, we shared a final prayer before stepping onto the stage.

In the midst of my apprehension, a heartwarming surprise awaited me – my friends had shown up at the event. Their presence instantly lightened my mood and brought a sense of comfort. The motion we debated, "Silence amongst the youth as a factor contributing to suicide," was a challenging one. Despite our opposition to the motion, we put forth our best efforts and arguments.

As we awaited the results, we engaged with other teams. Interacting with new people is something I thoroughly enjoy; it provides a chance to connect and learn from others. Later, I shared hugs and conversations with the friends who surprised me, and they kindly offered to take me out after the event.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived – the announcement of the results. My heart raced, and my palms felt sweaty. Losing is something I dread, but I reminded myself that life includes both good and bad days. Ultimately, we secured the second place, which was an achievement worth celebrating. The icing on the cake was that the best speaker award went to a member of our team, making me immensely proud of our collective effort.

The day turned out well, and now I'm eagerly looking forward to a dinner outing with my friends. Twists and turns make life more interesting, don't they?

Toodles,

Iyaloo