South African Logic (Part 8)

It was two weeks after my encounter (Well…you could call it that. You could also call it a wrestling match but that’s a bit rash…right?) with Iola and my conscience was bothering me. I sighed and figured that it was probably about time to get an adult involved. 

I was late to school the following Monday. Nothing unusual. Uncle Sipho just decided to stop on the side of the road for about ten minutes and scream at the other drivers about how irresponsible they were for not bothering to replace their broken headlights…and taillights…and side view mirrors…and. Never mind, you get the point.

I passed Xycobra on my way to class, just in time to witness him drop his school books and a heap of papers filled the air. I giggled and rushed to help him. He smirked as soon as he saw me. Idiot.

I then caught hold of his school report and gasped. Straight A’s!!! STRAIGHT A’S! XYCOBRA! He then grabbed it from me, embarrassed, and rushed off to class.

Two hours later

Yesss finally break time. I get to sink my teeth into FOOOOOOD!!! Okay I know I sound greedy but C’mon. Who doesn’t like food?!

Iola walked past me just as I was biting into my polony sandwich. She shot me a wicked smile and said, “Well, you know the saying. You are what you eat.” and cat-walked away. Great. I’m a carbohydrate.Time to get that adult-involving plan on the move I guess. You can’t get away with everything.

I got up from my seat and was about to take another bite when about fifty stones came flying into our playground. Everyone began screaming and running into the school building. I took my sandwich with me. 

It was people from the nearby informal settlement who were protesting against not having electricity. So they burned our local power box. So…they want the electricity. They need the electricity. So they burn the source of the electricity. Brilliant!

A few months ago they protested against the train tickets being too high. So they burned the trains. Wonderful!

Yesterday, 6 cows were reported stolen. I thought someone would have seen that happening…(How do you not see someone running away with that?!)

Oh and let’s not forget. Cameras were installed to watch the nearby robot. And then the solar panels watching the robot were stolen. Now they need to install cameras to watch the camera watching the robot. Super!

I rushed into the school building just as a nearby window shattered. What good was destroying our property going to do anyway? I don’t get it.

Suddenly I felt a body fly over me to protect me just as the window above me came crashing down. It was Xycobra. My eyes grew to the size of an orange. Maybe bigger.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling a tiny shard of glass from my hair.

“Yeah, sure…” I said hesitantly, and before I could speak any further he rushed off to help the teachers. Whoa…

There was no time to think. I had to get to the principal’s office. He was in a frantic mood, running around wildly, tugging  at his hair and screaming for help. He reminded me a bit of a furious grizzly bear. Our school secretary was trying to calm him down, shoving a glass of water in his face but all he did was give her a deranged look and scream louder. I sighed. No rational conversation today then. I guess it’s time to panic…

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! EEEP EEEEP EEEEP EEEP-

Two hours later

Police vehicles had our school surrounded. Great, now I even have to go home late.

Iola was crying and telling a local news reporter about how devastated she was that her brand new Jimmy Choo’s were ruined. (Why does nobody stick to school rules? We have a uniform!) I was walking around trying to make people panic further. (What! Someone had to lighten the mood!) Xycobra was walking around winking and smiling at every passing girl. Volta was attempting the Moonwalk near the staircase. Very bad idea. Krayden was being chased by a policeman while making wolf sounds from a bullhorn that he had stolen from him. Atria and Gravity were pouting and taking selfies. Lectra and Pamper were mimicking them.

But on a more serious note, it was quite scary. What was even scarier was that a police officer was making his way over to Iola. I heard the faint “laced drink” “Krayden” and “Criminal charges”. And then I heard my name, too. She was blaming everything on me! The nerve! 

I felt my heart racing as the police officer made his way toward me with a stern expression on his face. Oh no…

Copyright All Rights Reserved Aakifah Mahomed 17 August 2014


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Bad report card, Bad Day (Part 7)

Really? Just 2 A’s? REALLY?! I AM A STRAIGHT A STUDENT!!! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!

My dad said that I should stop being so violent in school (You know. How I keep attacking Xycobra and…people) and then maybe I would get better grades. He then said that 57% in Math was a disgrace to the family (You know how Indian people are. “You are not going to become a doctor with this type of marks!”)

And then came the lecture. Oooh and my favourite part, finding things to blame.

“It’s that phone, I’m telling you it’s that phone!” my mom was yelling above her lungs, bashing the table with her fist.

“No, it’s the TV! It’s that blasted TV!” my dad was screaming even louder, waving his hands frantically in the air, addressing some unknown spirit.

EVERYTHING IS THE TV’S FAULT.

I get bad grades, it’s the TV. I’m too tired at school, it’s the TV. I can’t wake up in the morning, it’s the TV.

I’m fat, it’s obviously the TV.

I sighed. School was pretty rough the next day, looking at my exam papers and realising how well I could have done.

I walked towards Uncle Sipho’s taxi home time, and to my surprise found Xycobra sitting inside.

“What are you doing here?” I asked suspiciously, waiting for him to make one of his usual jokes. I needed cheering up.

“Why must you know everything, inquisitive, much?” he said scornfully, giving me a spiteful look.

“Whoa, someone’s in a bad mood,” I said, taking a seat right at the back at my window. My place. Just then Iola hopped on to the taxi and took a seat next to Xycobra, gushing about the new highlights she got that very day. Yes, that very day! Could you believe it? Yes, actually. I notice “fake” from ten miles away. 

What was going on!!! This was MY transport! Darn invaders!

She then walked (I don’t know if that was a walk, okay. It’s that walk that models do on the catwalk. When they’re drunk.) over to me and told me that I was sitting in her place. Gosh, the nerve.

I rolled my eyes (Don’t judge me, I had a right to do it this time!) and ignored her. Big mistake.

“You deaf, Indian B****?” she screamed, and then lifted me off my seat by my hair. My hair! OH NO SHE DI’NT!

I immediately took hold of her hair too and tugged, screaming insults in Hindi and Afrikaans at her.

“I just got highlights today! Let go!” she screamed.

“You let go!” I roared on top of my voice.

“NO YOU!”

“NO YOU!”

“NO SHUT THE HELL UP!” Xycobra’s voice boomed across the taxi as he made his way to us and separated us. I hung my head in shame. Violence was never the way to deal with these things, no matter how many times I’d did it before. Iola then tripped over her school bag and fell on top of me. Uncle Sipho chose that moment to become alarmed, started the taxi and accelerated so hard, my head fell out of the window.

“Aaaaaah Iola #$%!* get off me there’s other cars on the road!” I shouted, wind whipping in my face.

“I’m stuck! I’m stuck oh God I’m stuck!” she yelled, trying to free herself from me.

“My nails, Oh God my nails! My hair! My highlights!” she continued to yell. I growled. Yes, I growled. Don’t ask why, or how, I don’t know myself. All I know is that my head was out of the window and I could see Xycobra staring at us.

“Xycobra, help!” I pleaded, sugar coating my voice and adding honey for good measure. But Xycobra was smiling. Laughing, actually. For the first time that day.

“Aww, wittle Sky baby needs my help. Should I help the baby?” he asked, pouting his lips again. I began growling fiercely again, using my hands to lash out at the air behind me, searching for Xycobra’s face. But he contined laughing.

ANNOYING CREEP!!!

10 minutes later

Uncle Sipho is a lifesaver. I got off the taxi at my house and turned around to find Iola in tears.

“You’ve ruined my hair and nails! You ALWAYS ruin EVERYTHING!” she sobbed, mascara dripping down her cheeks. She looked like a wet raccoon.

“I’ll pay for-” I began.

“NO! You will do NOTHING! You will LEAVE my school and never return, ok? You ruin EVERYTHING, I HATE YOU! You even ruined my plan with Krayden’s drink…” she stopped as soon as she’d realised what she had said and covered her mouth with her still perfectly manicured hand. My mouth dropped open. To the floor. Maybe even lower.

Wait, what? WHAT!!!

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 22 July 2014


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Dedicated to every woman who has ever had the misfortune of being judged.

From me

I have not been deluded into thinking that
the world is at ease
I am not a barbie doll
Oh so easily pleased.

I possess a brain. Intelligence.

Which you choose to ignore,
for fear of being teased.

You judge me by my pretty clothes
As if
That’s the only thing I know
My knowledge and intellect
Disregarded
by you who see through blinded eyes.

My turn has arrived.
And I shall speak.

I am as free as a Fairy Flycatcher in flight
And my hijab is my soul
If I love it
Why can’t you accept it?

Aakifah Mahomed

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 8 July 2014

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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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