The sky is blue today the sun is glittering like a gold and no sign of clouds, no birds in the sky only the sound of the birds under the tree’s shadows and I wish I can go back home and leave this collage for today but this extraordinary hit we experiencing today, God! “The hell is busy”.
I really don’t like this collage thing. Having many people around me ain’t my things, I just want to work already. “Zithulele,”an 18 year old teen that despite school more than anything else, the only thing I love more than food is to make music, even though my mother often says that my music is sad, it can make a person to have suicidal thoughts but I always take that as a compliment, time runs like a wind today I have to get going.I’ll be sitting there listening to those so-called Prof’s.
Everyone is focused in the classroom, maybe I’m the only one who doesn’t want to be here. I can hear a eroplane from miles away from the sky, and the sound of a paper flowing out side I dig deep in my thoughts and boom found new lyrics for my late song now I’m paraphrasing it in my thoughts softly they go like this ( ubonile!,sizamile!,othandweni sihlulekile,impelalokho akusoze kwanela ngobephaketheni angnaluthoo!).
“Hey there! Hey!, what your name again?”Prof asking.
Did she really forget my name again?, Because she’s asking for a second time now, And every one is starring at me and I can feel it, my voice won’t come out. “Zithulele!,” I replied loudly so that she can hear me because I don’t really like to repeat my self.
You look so serious do you have something to say?
No not today madam! I answered.
Okay Zi..zi.. she stutter, and I give her a space to find my name in her brain but she continues with what she was saying, now my mind is far from here even wish to just leave but the bell bail me out everyone is leaving, I gather my stuff together getting ready to go, but there goes again.
“Zi! can we talk for a moment” Prof shouting.
Now I’m starting to think that maybe my name is Zi now.
“Do you have parents?” She ask.
“What kind of a question is that?” I’m thinking, I reply yes madam is there any problem?
“No no no!” she reply with a fixed smile showing a piece of gold in her teeth, I just wanted to tell you that if you ever feel like you want to talk to somebody I’m here for you we here for you, she elaborate.
“Wait madam you don’t think I’m a victim of abuse,” do you? she smiles again but even a blind child can tell that she feel pity for me she continues with lectures.
I know it hard to talk about abuse she continues to explain even further but my mind is gone again I think maybe this women is mad a little bit and she grabs my hand and says, think about what I’ve said and think about who you are, you can win this fight you in, then she leaves.
“Which fight am I in? what did she even said? but the question is who em I?”, I asked my self, And the light goes on in my mind this is the first time an individual ever asked me about me and care about me, but many people has told me that I’m “NOBODY”.