"Love,love,love,love,long as we got" my favorite verse from the song love galore by SZA featuring Travis Scott is playing in the background. i've just gotten out of my warm, queen sized bed into my fridge of a room and im surprised that i have not switched off my heater since yesterday but my room is so cold.
As I prepare myself to go shower ,BANG goes the door to my room from its hinges and guess who it is. Mother. "Mshindi!". In her most African voice she shouts my name again "Mshindi weh! school is not waiting for you wake up and wash before you miss your morning lesson. Don't you remember that you have one today?".Her overpowering tone forces the music to turn itself off. b Everything in the room must listen to the sound of her command. And in my belittled voice in shower says is "yes mummy".
My mothers voice is so loud,it echoes into the distant neighbors houses and they are awoken by it.She then slams the abused door back into position as a I peacefully run the shower.
I come out of the shower freezing again even though i had boiling hot shower and then look at the time on the misty clock hanging next to my selfies with the president-Its 6:30 am and my class starts at 7:00.am. I have a mini panic attack .Don't worry Shishi, your dad speeds. He drives faster than that Leopard they is the fastest animal in the world. Nope. Your dads driving is faster so chill .This is what my head thinks about as I apply my homemade lotion for more radiant looking skin. I got the remedy on the internet because my pimples were just too much to control. I've been using it for the past month and its working wonders on my body . I finish and put on my winkled uniform and unpolished shoes.
I HATE polishing my shoes so i have a simple solution for that. I simply rub it on the base of my bed close to the bed sheet and luckily its not white so my mother does not see that mountain that lies under that "clean" bedroom.
Its now 6:45 am and i coast out of my room to the kitchen , boil water and scratch my hair and that's when it wigs in my head. I did not dismantle my singles into pure African hair. And then I fly straight to my brother's bathroom and use his muffled comb to undo my dandruff singles and then do my hair. I dont comb my hair all the way through so it looks "forest-like" .This is what dad loves calling my hair. Speeding to the kitchen, I arrive and pour the steaming water into my mini grade 5 flask ( because of its size) and dance myself to warmth at the same time dancing to cool down the steam from the angry water in my flask.
My brother walks out of his weed-scented room, half asleep and asks me why im not at school yet. Not in the mood to answer, i hand him a lifeless glare and he rushes back to his dagga haven and comes out with his car keys into the garage and then shouts for me to rush because his taking me to school. I jump and put my 5 kilogram bag on my exasperated back and I coast to his black BMW x5 SUV and as i close the kitchen door,it is only then that i recollect from the screaming of a soul from his small intestines to his mouth. I brought life into this planet three years ago. My brother freewheels at 250 kph and within a shake I'm at school.
It still surprises me that my brother actually cares about my education because at some point he was also in my position and so his favorite catch phrase is that ;"I don't want you to live the life i lived. So be serious now ntombi." Those are words that stick on my bedroom wall when I think of giving up on myself and my education and on life in general. The walls remind me that.
Without a goodbye, I fly out of the car and it flows out into thin air. I check the time on my new blue metallic shaded watch. Its 6:55 am. It seems like my dad isn't as fast as i thought but since school is 15 minutes away i wont blame the driver , I'll just blame the car. I chuckle at this thought. Before I enter the school premises, I silently pray to the holy one for my day to go well and then i open my eyes to see my friends eagerly anticipate my arrival . I'm rather confused as to why they would be smiling out of the pink? Why though?
I drag my slim legs with my big feet towards my friends who chant for me to hurry in their direction. They are next to the front office so I'm confused as to why they would be standing there. Where I school,(PineWood College) the last place you would want to find yourself hanging around is the front office because that's where Mr Tura's office is . He is the craziest principle I can say ive ever met honestly.
I finally got to my friends and when i ask whats happening, all they do is laugh at me.O-kay. " Didn't you see the text?" "I haven't been online for days." Then they all laugh like I pulled Trevor out of my pocket. Then as one of them begins, there goes the bell. I scold Jhene into telling me whats happening as we walk to class."Bruh, Jade. Shes in the office." Then I think to myself so here I am stressing myself thinking someone got killed but its Jade?
Avani Jaden has been my enemy since we moved to the North West. Her dad was fired and so my father replaced him as the new CEO at the local mine near Haartebeesfontein so she found out that I'm his daughter and she hates me for that. As we walk into our maths class, Avani storms by and her wings blows us to the side so she can pass like shes the sister of Jesus.Well that's what she calls herself. She thinks that sleeping around is no sin unless you're dating the person you're sleeping with . Stupid.
As I put my bag down next to my half broken table, I see the rage in her blood colored eyes. I don't bother asking why shes in trouble because her boyfriend or should I say so-called boyfriend talks about it in his prepared speech that is due today. I didnt prepare for it because I forgot but I always slip out with 15 out of 15 because I freestyle so Im good.
He starts with ;" I wish I knew what I was getting into when I asked for some cake."The class claps and Jade sleeps. "I didn't enjoy the cake it was too loose to and didn't have taste." He cannot carry on because the class is dead with tears dripping and smiles from ear to ear .Everyone is chanting that he must get total.But I don't get the joke. I get that the world hates Avani and shes the biggest slay queen we've ever seen for her age but, girls should not be humiliated like that but I push that to the back of my intellectual capabilities and then laugh because shes my enemy.
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The Script
Novela Juvenilthis is a poem based on a story that is yet to be published in due time called "The Script" . It is about a 19-year old grl who is repeating matriculant at a former model-C school and is faced with a number of challenges from fake friends, to enemie...
