THE LESSONS * INSERT 8 * *My mom was not aware that I had drugged myself but she understood that I just was not ready to face the world and go to school. So I was at home in bed the whole day, depressed. My mom decided to call her friend Nolthando. She came over and they started talking about my situation, I could here them all the way from my room. They didnt really say much because my mother just needed support so her friend encouraged her not to give up on me* *It is quiet clear that God did not want me to die, it was not yet my time. I sat in bed crying the whole day and my mom comforted me. I would sleep, wake up then cry...same routine over and over again until the hours were near for the next day. My mom checked up on me, then checked on my uniform if its still neat and clean...she told my sister to polish my school shoes and she did just that* *When it was supper time, I ate about 3 spoons of my food because my mind kept pondering on my huge day tomorrow, I was so stressed. And finally the day came* *I got up, took a bath, dressed, fixed my hair, ate and I was straight off to school. When I arrived I saw my so called friends, they didnt laugh at me but they wanted to, I could see it in their faces. As any usual high school, it was crowdedly packed outside as the learners were chatting hanging out waiting for the school bell to ring...* *I quickly went inside just to get away from everyone. As I entered in the corridors making my way to the toilet I could smell Miss Burges scent all the way from the office area...now that teacher was trouble. I coughed as I smelt her perfume, I felt disgusted knowing the witch that she is. Surprisingly she walks up from behind me and says:* MISS BURGES: Oh Kholiswa, youre back....and how was the long holiday? ME: I thought you were in the office MISS BURGES: now why would I be in there? Anyways, see you around and please....behave *She gave me a pat on my right shoulder and she walked off. Now what Im about to say is no lie* *I carried on walking to the toilet, my right arm started to sweat...I became so hot that I couldnt breathe. Now if I was just an ordinary young girl, it would be safe to say that the pills that I had drugged myself with were making me act up all feverish BUT I know without a doubt that it was not like that at all.* *Miss Burges was not my class teacher or whatever, she was a Liberian at our school, at times we would have a sessions with her about Macbeth movies for our English class, but this was all arranged by our English teacher Mrs Cornelius. I didnt like Miss Burger because at the time I was sick, I witnessed her walking around in school with 4 black cats and she would even communicate with them* But who would believe me if I go around saying that? I mean bendi boniswa mosi...(I was crazy), seeing all these things with my spiritual eyes. *sigh* But Why did my right arm sweat? I honestly dont know. I went inside the toilet, sat down and I took off my school blazer....tyo! Not only was my arm sweating, it was swelling as well but it was not painful at all. I was panicking because I dont know what that woman had done to me when she touched me. I started getting a headache, I even felt like vomiting but I didnt* *So what I did is this. I went to one of the sink basins there in the toilet, rolled up my right arm shirt sleeve, placed my arm under the tap and poured water on it. I then splashed my face with water, I was doing all of this to calm myself down.* *10 minutes before the school bell rang, a grade 8 girl walked in and I showed her my arm because she saw that I was crying. She then surprisingly said:* GIRL: are you okay? Because honestly, I see nothing wrong with your arm. It looks okay to me... *Aaargh no man, not again!! As I thought to myself. Was I going crazy again? I didnt believe I was crazy thou because I was anointed and I believed that I am healed without a doubt, maybe miss Burges was trying to run a game on me to frighten me or something. And oh, if you should know.... *Just like, pastors, prophets, healers, Christians and Nuns who know each other in Christ. Agents too also know their partners who believe in their illuminate master. What Im trying to say is that, Miss Burges knew Lwando and so did he... *anyways I fixed myself up and just ignored that girl, when the bell rang for us to go line up for prayer, I stayed in the toilet until everyone got inside for class. I just didnt want to be seen. When everyone was inside in their classes on period 1, I quickly rushed to my class and the first class I had that day was Maths with Mr Naidoo* *I quickly ran up the stairs, I didnt want to be late then BOOM on the way I bump into Miss Burges again: MISS BURGES: well miss Kholiswa where are you going? ME: maths class mam MISS BURGES: but math periods are only for grade 11 learners on period 1, arent you in matric now? ME: no MISS BURGES: oh so you failed? ME: I didnt exactly fail mam, I just had to repeat my grade 11 MISS BURGES: no matter how you repeat a grade and for whatever reasons, a fail is a fail my girl.. ME: well I disagree.. MISS BURGES: (with her hands behind her back) Are we now being cheeky? ME; excuse me, I dont want to be late for class MISS BURGES: fine..well hurry up then, you guys are writing your final grade11 maths exams, your maths teacher is expecting you to be on time... *Again she patted me on the shoulder. Grade 11 final maths exam??? How so when its only the beginning of the year. But believe it or not, after that pat on the shoulder I weirdly was 100% sure that I was writing an exam, I was so determined as I rushed to class. It was like I was brain washed* *I entered Mr Naidoos class* ME: good morning sir, Im sorry Im late... MR NAIDOO: its fine, sit down and sign the register *I sat down, he handed the register over to me and he began to teach maths as I sat there confused. I weirdly lifted up my arm wanting to ask:* MR NAIDOO: yes, Miss Papu? ME: why are you telling us the answers while we are about to write our exam sir? *The whole class laughed at me* MR NAIDOO: (confused) exam? How can we possibly write an exam when we are in the beginning of the year miss Papu? *I finally knocked back to my senses in such a shock as my classmates laughed at me...I looked around confused and my right arm started to pain.... *I got up still confused, walked out of that class with so much anger! But this time, I really wanted to kill myself...*
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 10:57:38 +0000
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