#day2: I used to be a bed wetter. I think I officially stopped when I was 11 yrs old. At home they knew how to handle it because thats what parents and family do. It used to be one of my most embarrassing moments. Mawe will remind me not to drink water after 6pm and she will still wake me up once or twice at night to take me to the loo. Being a second born of six who were not bed wetters was hell. I remember how confused my baby brothers would be and theyd ask why I wet my bed every night. When I was in Sub-B I had a hectic teacher who didnt like me at all. I was too skinny and too dark and for some weird reason, back then it was easy to be loved by teachers if you were light-skinned. So my chances were close to nil. On this day, the teacher was marking homework and we had to stand in a single file to have our books marked. As I was standing there, I felt I needed the loo. As I tried to go to her she snapped at me, Chuene, go back in the line!! I got so terrified that I couldnt bring myself to tell her that I was really, really pressed. I stood there, crossed my legs so tight so I dont release the pee but I was like the seventh in line. Then it came to a point where I couldnt hold it in anymore and I let go. As we stood in the queue, a watery trail went down and settled a few feet away. I remember one of the classmates going, Rami o ithotetše! The class laughed, the teacher was so furious! She screamed, wena Chuene o ithotela ka klaseng ya ka? I just stood there not knowing what to say as she told me what an idiot and a retard I was. Luckily for me and unfortunately for my elder sister, we were at the same school. The teacher sent one of the students to fetch her from her class. When she walked in, I was so ashamed. The teacher told her to fetch water in a bucket and a cloth to clean up my mess. My sister who was so popular at school lost some points that day. She cleaned up and she abandoned her friends so she could walk home with me, with everyone laughing at me. And as we walked home, I started crying and my sister who didnt know what else to do, started crying with me. We never spoke about that day but I remember it and when I think of it, I cant help but love her. The following day and days after I had to face the same crew and my marks deteriorated so badly until the principal moved me to another class. I mean we were about 40 in class and I moved from position 12 to 40. But the teacher in the new class, Mam Matsapola, was amazing. She made time for me and she was as dark like me. Needless to say I became a superstar and from then on Id be number 1 and the best student in school. I guess even the most confident lose their footing and bearings if theyre surrounded by undermining, unbelieving, discouraging naysayers. And the not-so-confident rise when theyre pushed and encouraged in every way. Stick with those that believe in you and want the best for you. Be great! #70DaysOf....
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 19:51:57 +0000
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