A Damper to my spirit (Part 6)

I DON’T CARE ABOUT A WOMAN IN AN ELEVATOR WHO STARTED HYPERVENTILATING WHEN SHE STOOD ON A SCALE INSIDE IT AND NOTICED THAT SHE GOT HEAVIER WHEN THE LIFT ACCELERATED UPWARDS!!!

Those were some of my thoughts as I finished writing my Physics paper last week. Why would you take a scale in an elevator anyway…Just, WHY?!

I walked down the school staircase in a fit of annoyance when I bumped into my Physics teacher.

“How was the paper?” he smiled.

“Oh, great! Just GREAT!” I lied, through my teeth and the spinach I was sure was still embedded between them from lunch.

Just then, Xycobra appeared at my side. Great, the last person I wanted to see.

“Hello, Nerd. I’m guessing you aced that paper, huh?” he smirked. I rolled my eyes. (I know. I’m becoming very predictable. In my defence…actually, I have no defence. Forget that)

“Sure,” I said, pretending to be bored. Although I could not help but admire his new sneakers and, was that a new hairstyle I saw? He walked with me through the school gates, past the group of swooning girls blushing and giggling at his presence. He waved at them and shot them a full on aren’t-I-the-hottest-guy-alive smile. I cannot believe it. I managed to not roll my eyes. Right now, there is an imaginary audience applauding my efforts. Uh, thank you, thank you very much!

I stopped just before hopping onto Uncle Sipho’s taxi. I was waiting for the usual drama that happens just at that time, and I was not disappointed. Iola appeared with two of her newest cronies; Atria and Gravity. I frowned.

“Hi!” I waved to her. She shot me a wicked smile then walked towards me. I was so sure I heard a dreadful organ tune playing in the background, along with a silhouette of lightning behind her. I pictured a cape billowing behind her in the howling wind, walking in slow motion. Xycobra slapped my arm and I was brought back to reality.

“Hi Xycobra,” she gushed, flipping her hair. It backfired. The lock that she was trying desperately to flip around got stuck to her lip-gloss. Embarrassing. She quickly got herself together and threw me a dirty look. “What are you doing with him?” she spat.

“Since when do you own him?” I asked.

“What, is he like your boyfriend now?” she asked, jealousy etched on every feature of her face.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I said defensively.

“I thought so. He would never fall for something as trashy as you, anyway. Am I right, Xy?” she smiled at him, batting her eyelashes. I sighed. My temper was rising and sooner or later I was sure to be pouncing on her.

“Enough, Iola. Leave Sky alone,” Xycobra muttered. Iola was taken aback. She flicked her hair back in disgust and walked away, her two cronies following suit. My heart was suddenly warming up to Xycobra. Why was he always defending me? It felt good, though, to have someone by your side and help you stand up for yourself. I felt bad for once beating him up.

“Thanks,” I said, REALLY really softly. Xycobra smirked.

“What was that,”? he asked, putting his hand to his ear.

“I said thanks,” I mumbled softly.

“What?” he repeated, pretending to be dumb.

“I SAID THANK YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, DEAF?!” I yelled. He smirked again, and it was annoying me so much I was battling with my arm, which had a sudden urge to slap that grin right off that flawless face.

“Oooh,” he purred, leaning against the taxi. “Someone’s getting a little feisty, I like it,” he smiled.

“Is it, perhaps, that someone has a weetle crush on me?” he said, curving his lips into a pout and batting his eyelashes in a mocking fashion. I grimaced.

“Stop, please, you’re triggering my gag reflexes,” I said, hopping on to the taxi. (At last. Uncle Sipho didn’t even seem annoyed. He was enjoying the show, the weirdo.)

Xycobra was giggling himself sick.

“Awwww really? You sure?” he asked, trying to shoot me a wink but failing because he fell to the floor in a fit of hysteria. Uncle Sipho was stifling a fit of laughter himself and it was bringing out my hot temper. He noticed and immediately fired up the engine.

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” I screamed out of the window, trying to grab at Xycobra’s shirt and rip his organs out. (Uncle Sipho locked the door for fear of me running to beat Xycobra up. Again.) But he continued to laugh, even more so at how angry I was becoming.

The taxi took off. Uncle Sipho was suddenly alarmed and afraid of being alone with me in that temper.

“I HATE YOU! I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU UP SO BAD ON MONDAY! YOU HEAR ME? MONDAY!” I shouted out of the window, making Uncle Sipho accelerate even faster.

Why was I getting so annoyed by him, though?

 

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 29 June 2014


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Tribute to my mother

                     For Mother

Your calloused hands waver in the bitter cold,
Under the blanket of soot coating them
And your ever smiling appearance betray your feelings of heartache of carrying the world upon your shoulders.

Tears well out of my eyes
As I realise words of gratitude have always failed me,
As they fail me now,
For it is a task to choose the perfect lot,
When none exist to do you well.

The cold no longer matters,
When your warmth fills my heart
For you are my sunshine
Radiating hope into my secluded darkness.

Mother, I now know that you know,
If and when a leaf falls,
The tree stands strong,
Even in winter
And then,
When all is thought to be lost,
Blossoms bloom the very next season.

Aakifah Mahomed

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 21 June 2014
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Xycobra Returns (Part 5)

I sighed. What was I going to do about Iola?

I reached school late. WHY?! I have said it before and I shall mention it again. I HATE BEING LATE. My freaky classmates (I don’t know why I keep dissing my class. I have only just recently realised that I am one of them…Don’t make me say it…Okay fine. Nerds) always stare at any latecomers and it’s creepy. I would not be late though, if it wasn’t for Uncle Sipho. As usual he has to scream at any other taxi driver on the road who have overloaded their vehicles, (To the point where people’s faces are smashed flat against the windows, mouths lopsided and everything) even though he’s clearly guilty of the act himself.

However, this morning everyone including the teachers seemed to be standing outside the school gates as if waiting for a member of The Royal Family to arrive. A pathway of students was formed and a red carpet would have been just perfect. I should have known. Xycobra was back. I rolled my eyes.

He arrived on the back of his jet-black motorcycle, riding through the row of students eagerly awaiting his presence. He carefully removed his helmet, then shook his dark hair in slow motion, taking advantage of the light breeze that day. He then smiled his perfect bright smile and in his deep voice uttered the words responsible for making every daft girl in my school swoon and blush.

“Hi beautiful people. I’m baaack,” he drawled. I was doing it again. The excessive eyeball-rolling. Was he serious? HOW WAS EVERYONE FINDING THIS AMUSING?! Okay. It was pretty amusing actually. I was stifling a loud outburst of laughter.

He then caught sight of me standing behind his motorcycle, away from all the other students, casually waiting for him to move.

“Uh, your Royal Highness, I humbly request your permission to move,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled his annoying perfect smile again. I rolled my eyes. (I really need to stop. People are going to think that’s like my trademark or something)

“Hey Sky,” he said softly. “Everyone, let’s hear it for my hero! That’s right, Sky is my HERO!” he shouted, making way for me. The air was immediately filled with cheering and clapping from every student present. Oh, the influence this boy had over everyone.

“Oh, save it for Oprah will you?” I said, pushing him out of the way. Iola immediately appeared at my side, her fists clenched.

“Oh, you just love the attention, don’t you, you damn B***H! Let’s see if you still love it once my fist is in your face!” she screamed, but her punch was stopped in mid-air by Xycobra.

“Whoa, whoa easy there, Iola. What the heck are you doing?” he said. Teachers were already pulling her away and scolding her angrily.

“I don’t need your help!” I lashed out at Xycobra. I stormed off angrily for no apparent reason, then dropped my school bag halfway, ruining the effect. How embarrassing.

3 hours later

“Sky, you’re a real gossip magnet, aren’t you?” Lectra and Pamper were giggling. I smiled. I couldn’t help being happy around them.

“You’re such a bad ass, getting on Iola’s bad si-” her words trailed off as the electricity in the building suddenly shut off.

“Darn Eskom!” was everyone’s immediate response. This is the part where I truly welcome you to South Africa, where power outages are as frequent as new fashion trends. All the time and everywhere. However, it was not Eskom’s fault this time.

“Somebody stole a pylon!”. That was the news going around.

“What!” Volta burst out laughing. “That’s insane, never mind impossible. I think SOMEONE would have noticed that!”

I burst out laughing too. That was a bit far fetched. But, in my beautiful country, I would not erase that theory, nor put it past anyone. The real story though, was that someone stole the bolts and nuts from the base of the pylon (Out of all places!) causing it to collapse from slight winds. THREE PYLONS DOWN. NO ELECTRICITY FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT TO MY SUBURB.

Hash tag, Survivor South Africa.

You can take away my lights. You can take away my heater. BUT HANDS OFF MY WIFI!!!

3 Hours later

I was eager to get home that day. I heard someone yelling my name just before I jumped into Uncle Sipho’s taxi. (‘Do they time this to purposely annoy Uncle Sipho?’ I wondered.)

It was Krayden.

“I’m so sorry for the other day man,” he said. “Yeah it was alcohol but that normally doesn’t happen. I really think someone laced it before I could notice,” he explained, looking down in shame. “Anyway, thanks for helping me home and telling my mom. She was worried sick,” he finished, tapping me lightly on the shoulder and then skipping off towards his transport.

Panic surged through my body like the surge that would take place when the electricity was restored to my community.

WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING THAT NASTY AND DANGEROUS??!!
Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 9 June 2014


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The Good, The Bad and The Poetic (Part 4)

My heart was thumping hard against my chest, begging me to set it free from its confined space. I could feel a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick. As it slowly dawned on me that this area was unsafe, I began trembling and my palms were covered with sweat. I heard screaming and shouting in the distance and then a black BMW with tinted windows appeared across the road. The window slid down and a hooded figure produced a gun, fired two shots in my direction, then drove off. I am so lucky that my legs chose to buckle at that moment because if I hadn’t fallen, I would probably have been dead by now,

I rushed to Xycobra’s side.

“Aw no! Not you! You gonna beat me up again?!” he moaned. I rolled my eyes. (Really?! That’s what he was afraid of?!)

He was breathing heavily. Like Darth Vader. Darth Vader with a cold. I didn’t know what to do. I called Uncle Sipho. He was the first person who came to my mind. Together we rushed Xycobra to hospital. He had a chest wound and was bleeding severely. Luckily, we got there in time.

14 hours later

I was still shaken as I walked into class that morning. The police were working on things, but the students at Eiobra High were doing an investigation of their own. The school was buzzing with news about Xycobra’s incident.

“Yo Schitin, What’s your deal man, you beat the guy up then take him to hospital, that’s epic man,”

“Hey Sky, you take your first aid thing seriously don’t you, did you give Xycobra mouth to mouth?” (Everyone was making fun of the day when someone in school went missing but I thought someone was sick so I very embarrassingly shouted out “I’m a first aider!”. Smooth.)

“Awww wittle Sky is a wittle herooo!” And then the singing came. (There’s a hero, If you look inside your heart,)

2 hours later

I got a light punch on my shoulder. I whirled around to see Lectra and Pamper smirking at me. I frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing!” They said in unison, clearly hiding something!

“You buying lunch today? It’s Friday, we get chiprolls from the Tuck Shop on Fridays,” Lectra smiled.

“Cool I’ll get one too,” I said, to an immediate response of laughter. I sighed. WHAT NOW!

9 minutes later

Break was in exactly a minute. Everyone in my class was finishing off…What they do in their free time. (Write Poetry. Damn nerds). Everyone except Pamper and Lectra, who were shifting uneasily in their seats, staring at the wall clock like that scene from High School Musical 2. They were clearing bags out of the way, asking people to move their chairs in and then continued staring at the clock.

When the bell rang, Pamper jumped up and over Krayden, her classmate, making him fall off his chair,then ran out of the classroom. Lectra pushed her partner off his seat too, shoved the teacher who was standing innocently at the chalkboard out of the way, then made for the classroom door. I do what I always do when I’m confused. Cause more confusion. I ran out of the class with them.

WELCOME TO THE CHIPROLL WAR. HAVE A SAFE TRIP.

I rushed over to the Tuck Shop where a bunch of students had already gathered, eagerly presenting their money to Mr Wylyden, who was in charge. I pushed in line which was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life.

I got shoved. Scratched. Pushed. Pinched. Kicked. Grabbed (You don’t even wanna know where) and when I finally bought my chiproll and Coke, someone trying to get out of the chiproll line bumped into me and my Coke fell. It burst. Great. Just Great. When I was done with that, I looked like I had just partook in a MMA fight with The Rock. I walked to the Playground where I found Pamper and Lectra happily eating their chiprolls. They laughed when they saw my hair styled into an involuntary Mohawk and my uniform covered in tomato sauce.

“Don’t laugh!” I said, pretending to be shaken up. “You don’t know what I’ve been though back there!” I pretended to wipe away tears.

“Someone grabbed my butt!” I cried. Lectra and Pamper laughed harder. So hard, I was sure they would stop breathing soon.

“Dude, ahhhh be thankful you’re alive man. If you want food, you gotta fight for it,” Lectra said, smiling her perfect smile. She then raised her chiproll in the air and shouted “Aweeee we got the booty my bruuuuuu,” and Pamper followed suit. I laughed along with them.

2 hours later

School came out early on a Friday. I met my classmate Krayden. He had hazel eyes, brown hair and chocolate brown skin. He was fine all day but he was suddenly acting extremely strange.

“Skyyyyy you gotta taste this Coke man, it tastes lekker!” he said. His voice was slurring and he was swaying from side to side.

“Check my abs!” he burst out and suddenly ripped off his school shirt. I gasped. Not because the only thing I saw was a lump of blubber, but because he was acting. Well. Crazy.

“Six pack coming soooon bra!” he yelled.

“Put your clothes back on!” I ordered.

“Nooo Sky baby, come feel my abs,” he said, walking right past me. Into the wall. I resisted the urge to laugh. “Sky? Where you gone?” he said, touching the bricks. “Why you feeling so rough?” he asked, confusion etched on every feature of his face. I pulled the coke away from him and smelled the contents. It reeked of alcohol. I dropped the can in disgust and stared at Krayden.

“Dude, you’re high!” I said, as I watched him flop into a heap on the floor. I gasped just as I saw Iola passing me from the corner of my eye.

“Oh look, the Indian B***h is trying to be a hero again,” she grumbled before hopping into her father’s convertible. I sighed. Damn Bully.
Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 1 June 2014


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