Tuesday, June 17, 2014

"A love story?" -- #7

He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was about to say something serious to me. Nigel got down on one knee and held my hand firmly but gently. The man I had been dating for six months was about to say four words every girl waits their whole life to hear. The four words that sound like a harmony to the ears and give you that warm unexplainable feeling inside. In a split second I started to imagine a diamond ring; wedding bells; the perfect dress; a honeymoon in Spain and all these images made me feel blissful and excited.
“Will you marry me?” he said. The four words that were supposed to sound like a melody to my ears sounded like a cacophonous chorus. The four words that sounded almost meaningless to me brought me back to reality and put me in another trance and I started to imagine getting married; getting a job; getting a mortgage; having babies; paying bills; being stressed; having meaningless fights. I looked deep into his brown innocent eyes and I knew the answer to his question but I could not say it. Tears started to flow down my cheeks as I dreaded to say the one word that would change everything.
I looked into her eyes and knew she was the one. I got down on one knee to ask the girl I loved to spend the rest of my life with me. I was very nervous and scared and was hoping to hear the one word every man wants to hear. I took a deep breath and mumbled the words “Will you marry me?” As soon as I said the said the words I felt weird and uneasy. I stared at her waiting impatiently for an answer. Her cheeks turned crimson red and tears started cascading down her face. A part of me was hoping she would say “No”. I suddenly realised that the woman standing in front of me was not meant to be my wife.
Sadness and depression immediately took over my soul. My heart sank when I saw her crying and I knew they were not tears of joy.
“No” they said to each other simultaneously. Nigel got up and hugged Mary. He held her in his arms like it was the last time. They smiled at each other and walked away from each other.

#7

Saturday, June 14, 2014

"Who am I?" --Kundai Chiremba

Everyday we live, we face an unknown danger. Our past threatens to ruin our present and stomp on our future. How hard is it to accept who you are and love yourself?

If you were to know me as the person I really am, would you still think the same of me? Each layer of me has its unique story hardened over time, representing a phase of my life long gone. Peel each layer off and see me as I truly am. Would you still look at me with such a kind eye? I, the owner, do not know what lies beneath.

I feel the numbness set in as I go about purging unwanted memories and destroying any traces of them. They are the truth I evade. They hold the key to finding who I am and who I want to be. These memories lie in the deep, dark recesses of my soul where they will remain until I am ready to face them. When I am ready I will reach into the abyss that my soul has become and seek out the forgotten memories.

Each day as a new layer forms I learn more about what lies beneath. I catch brief flashes from my past as I struggle to suppress hoards of memories kept at bay by the fear of knowing something that could either destroy me or build me up. Sometimes it feels like a ray of sunshine is beaming in the darkness probing the dark for a glimmer of hope. I secretly wish to find parts of me that vanished alongside the memories I trample on. How bad could knowing the truth be?

 Facing our fears is one of the hardest and scariest tasks we have to go through at some point in our lives. Each person will fight their own battles. While some will leave the battlefield as victors, some will return defeated. It is the will to carry on when everything seems to be failing that will determine the true victors in these raging wars. Our state of mind ultimately decides on whether we succeed or fail. 

With each day that passes I wonder what would happen if I let my guard down. Am I scared of who I will become? I will only know when I face that fear. When I am ready I will open up my soul, let the sun shine through it and wander into the forgotten realm. I will seek out all the truth I need to know. I lost touch with the person I thought I was when the first layer formed and continued to lose a part of myself as each new layer was formed. I will find who I was and I will know who I am. I will no longer hide, I only seek the truth!
He has been shut out of this familiar place for ages, maybe it’s time I opened my doors. I need him! When I am lost in the darkness within me, he is the light that guides me onto the righteous path. He has seen the person I truly am, yet he chooses to love me. Each time I let him in he, takes with him a layer when he leaves. Through him I will be able to define who I am.

I am a beautiful, unparalleled being and nothing will ever change that. I am perfect in his eyes, he sees through all my imperfections and he still loves me even though he knows what lies beneath. I am unique and I will not be discouraged by a world which sees life from a different perspective. Facing my fear of the truth has set me free, I will never submit to fear again.

Fear will hold its victims hostage until they break free from its bondage and fight it. By knowing who I am, I have set myself free. Fear will never overcome me, I will fight for what I believe. Fear will only exist where there is a lack of faith and where it is welcome. When the world seems dark and you find yourself losing your way, remember who your Father is. The Lord will always watch over us regardless of who we are.

Kundai Chiremba


Thursday, June 12, 2014

"A Thank you note to Arundel" -- R. E. Mandiveyi


Dear Arundel,

I have taken it upon myself to thank you for the five years of struggle, labour and oppression that have molded me and many other students into respectable and nearly, fine “ladies.”

Our volatile relationship began when I first stepped on your lush, green grounds in the chaotic year of 2008. I, a naïve chubby eleven year old, was deceived by your excellent use of propaganda,  appropriately used for your Open Day.

Thank you Arundel, for making our lives five times quicker by limiting the different hairstyles, and choices of hair colour. Your legislation of anti- hair expression laws have benefitted in making us uniform and plain in comparison to our Chizi and Helenic counterparts. I would also like to thank you for the dull and unimaginative colour palate of our uniform. The harsh, hideous brown blazer makes a striking and sharp contrast to the slick blue of the Helenic and Peterhouse uniform. In effect, we come across as distractingly unique.

Another thing to give gratitude to is your commitment in depriving us of our cellphones during lesson time. You deprive us of the amusement and delight that a cellphone provides. This has the positive outcome of forcing students to concentrate in class, living through an agonizing lesson filled with boredom- and no Whatsapp.

Many students can be grateful for Arundel’s success in altering the diets of many individuals. The meagre amounts of food we receive at lunch has taught us to eat less than what we ought to, assisting in helping students like myself who are on a Weight Watches diet plan.

Lastly, you have succeeded in oppressing us with cart loads of work and tests after tests, forcing us to deprive ourselves of indulgencies like TV, videogames and the internet. The couch potato in us has been purged. We automatically “Woman-up,” taking it upon ourselves to do the work diligently and on time. Well, we try.

When I leave your exceptional institution, I will be grateful to know that I was transformed into a full fledged Arundel lady. At least I hope so.

Best regards

An Arundel student

R. E. Mandiveyi

Monday, June 9, 2014

"When teachers are absent" -- Tarisai Dahwa

The classroom feels weird, something is missing. The first few minutes are awkward and tense at the same time, people are kept in suspense, ‘Is she coming? Is she not?’ The excitement builds up after ten minutes, pupils are filled with so much joy at the thought of a free lesson, well, that is, until, the replacement teacher walks in.

Let us rewind to some years back, Form One. When a teacher was absent, oh what a joyous day it would be! Some students sat and did nothing, some chose to sleep, whilst others would roam around the school like lost sheep. However, the student no one liked would always make sure this happiness was short lived as she would make her way to the front office in a desperate search for her teacher. The same thing occurred in Form Two.

When Form Three arrived, the students had formed some form of alliance with each other. They would not go call the teacher, no matter what. Instead, a mini party and a forty minute “bonding session” would be held in the teacher’s absence. The same went for Form Four. Some sort of  ‘anti-lesson’ feeling was spread amongst the students.

Now they are in Lower Six, a completely different story. When teachers are absent, there is no mini party to be held, the students do not bother to call the teacher. But instead, students find themselves continuing with the lesson as if the teacher were there. They find work to do, and they do it. They need not be instructed to do it. After all, that is what is expected of them. They co-ordinate themselves as a class, the best way possible, and help each other to get on with whatever work they have to do.

However, there is now that one student that, instead of going to call the teacher like in Form One, makes noise and disrupts everyone else who is trying to be productive, when the teachers are absent.

Tarisai Dahwa

Thursday, June 5, 2014

"I Wish My Teacher Knew" -- Nicole Moyo

I wish my teacher knew how hard it is to concentrate for an hour. How hard it is to keep up with homework, study and have “fun” at the same time. I wish my teacher knew how hard I try to be the best student.

If only they knew what I went through to hand in that one exercise they said was simple. I wish my teacher did not assume. I wish they knew I tried. I wish they knew how it hurts me when they shout at me or put a rude comment at the end of my three paged essay I tried so hard to work on.

I know they were students before and they felt the pressure. The question is “Did they like it?” If not, why are you doing the same thing to me? Let me be my own person, work at my own pace. Let me volunteer to answer a question. Do not ask me to answer a question if my hand is down because that is a sign that I do not know the answer.

I wish my teacher knew how obvious it is when they have a favourite student and they claim to be diplomatic. I wish my teacher knew that some of the homework they give is just too much to handle. Holiday homework is an example. It’s that time when teachers go wild with homework and expect you to rest and study for spot tests on the first day of school.

I wish my teacher knew how sometimes we just need to rest. Just a break from everything. Just a day to wake up and not do anything. We students know you count down for end of term too. It’s not a bad thing.
Well, I wish my teacher knew a lot of things about me but I guess we all don’t have time for that.


Nicole Moyo

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

"If I could change school" -- The Lorax

If I could change  school I would most certainly start with its view. School would no longer be an institution that promotes over competitiveness, the idea that only the most talented will ever get anywhere in life and only those who are clever and aware enough will get the best out it. School would take a whole new different turn.

If I could change school individualism would be the motto. I would remove the label that comes with the association with the school. Students would no longer have to conform to what the school motto requires them to be, instead I would let them decide their own values, after all not everyone has the same view about what is important. I would turn the school into a place of self discovery where students would learn about self acceptance not selfishness or pride but just to accept themselves, fully and truly.  With self acceptance they will learn to accept others too.

If I could change school, I would teach students to recognize their voice, so that way they can distinguish it among the other six billion voices in the world. I would teach them to not allow the world to change them because it will be harder for them to change the world. They would learn self esteem and to celebrate each day that passes by. If I could this change school I would make it more liberal and allow students to make their own choices without limitation.


If I was able to change  school there will be no more thinking skills, the only skill that would be taught is that of thankfulness. I would paint the place pink and splatter the walls with ink. If I could change school I would make sure that students are known not, for what they do but for who they are in what they do.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

"Dear adult: some advice on how to talk to me" -- a collection of writers

Dear adult, here is some advice on how to talk to me.
I find humor in those that find no fault  in the phrase "in order to talk to a teenager, you must think like a teenager". One will never be able to think like another, this is due to a small gift from God called variation. Assumptions can not be made, draft ideas can not be drawn, on how teenagers think or how we do or what we will do. If you want to talk to me, you should not act like you have known me all my life. That's the simple rule. Further more,do not shout, I am sure I will be able to hear you, you do not have to act like we are in different rooms, I bet I will understand you more if you speak to me in cool, calm and collected manner. What? Why are you speaking so fast? There is enough time for you to finish your sentence. Lastly, and this is probably the most important point, do not speak to me like a child. I will value your input in my life but I will not be ruled. I live for myself and for no one else and if you want to talk to me, you must understand that. I am not unapproachable, in contrary, I am quite the opposite. I would love to talk to you and get to know you, and for you to know me, all you have to do is to listen to my advice.
Steve-O-o Mhlanga


Dear Adults

REF: SOME ADVISE ON HOW TO TALK TO US

It has come to my attention that if you want something done or a change you have to do it yourself first and so I am writing this letter advising you on how to talk to us, teenagers.

I am sure that we all desire the pleasure of people acknowledging that they have heard and understood our motives for doing or saying certain things. It is quite de-motivating when people automatically label you as ‘incorrect’ or ‘irrelevant’ because you are not the one in authority or are younger and not as wise based on your age.

I am a young lady, a child just as you once were and one I day am going to look back and look at what I achieved. A house cannot stand without a firm foundation and therefore our foundation is dependent on you remembering that for you to help us, we have to let you. This can be very easily achieved by five easy steps:

Firstly, do not mark us wrong because we are ‘immature’ because we believe the world is our oyster and there are endless opportunities. We experiment a lot and that is how most discoveries were made and we would therefore appreciate it if you let us have a say in our own lives and the choices we make. Give us alternatives and do not just talk to us in black and white. We do understand that you were young before but it is only fair to not limit us because it may benefit us where it did not for you.

Secondly, I believe that it is only fair for you to understand that we are only young once and that  we are going to live each day to the fullest not wishing to bring harm to anyone, but rather make the best out of every day as if it was our last. This only further emphasises that you should give us alternatives and not limited options.

Thirdly, do not pretend to be our best friends just so that you can have a daily dosage of teenage drama. It does not work. Teenagers can smell hypocrisy from miles away. Instead of building up a relationship that only strains it and you immediately lose our trust. We do don trust easily and therefore if you break it, earning it again may be impossible and you will only earn a bad name for yourself. We desire a true companion, who doesn’t try to please us but rather is who they are and does not try and get into our heads.

Fourthly, we are big headed and love trying out things by ourselves and having our decisions considered. We need elderly figures to be there when we fall. We are like puppies, fragile and full of enthusiasm. Life is not a bed of roses so we are always going to be pushed around and are going to fall. You do not have to lift us up but just knowing that you are there makes us feel that the support is there. When we were five you pressured us to learn to ride a bicycle, and you were there always to help us get up every time we fell, until we could do it on our own.

It is a similar story now; we need your indirect help each and every day when we fall and encouragement to keep pushing until we can balance on our own. This we will also carry with us, helping our children.

Last but not least, we are rough diamonds. We are still learning to control our tempers and acknowledge that sometimes we are also wrong. Sometimes it is hard to understand why we are being labelled as wrong, because of the belief that once a teenager, you are arrogant. This therefore concludes that we need patience and your understanding.

Could talking to a teenager be made simpler?

Yours sincerely

mamo




First thing is first, you do not have to raise your voice at me especially for petty issues. I get it that you have been on this planet for a longer time than me but do not think of yourself more superior than I am. It is simply degrading and makes me feel so worthless. It just makes the situation worse than it already has to be. Do not treat me like I know nothing and everything you say if of a greater level of intelligence than anything I have to say. In order to have a conversation, I should also be allowed to express myself. Whatever I say seems wrong to you or it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s what makes sense to me so don’t make me seem or feel stupid for the things I say because frankly, I make mistakes just as you do. Don’t make yourself seem perfect. One thing you have to realize is that im actually growing up and im an educated eighteen year old girl who reads fifty shades of grey not because I have to but because I want to. So don’t sit there and judge me for reading it when there are a million of other things about you that I could sit and judge you about but frankly im to busy caring about my own life rather than yours. You have to understand that it’s my choice to do what I do, and the last thing that I need is an adult telling me what I can and cannot do instead of letting me make my own bad choices and decisions and learning from them. I don’t understand what makes you an adult or what an adult is. What criteria do I have to be to fit into the one of an adult? Is it my dressing, my age, the way I talk? All I know is that we were all put on this earth to serve a purpose. So next time when you want to talk to me, don’t put yourself at a level that’s above mine because we are equal.
Yoncé


Firstly , when talking to a teenager, especially in my age group, try not to say too much, in fact maybe just don’t talk if it’s not necessary, but if we have to exchange some words then…
Talk to me in a calm voice, a voice that makes me feel comfortable and safe around you don’t make me feel afraid of you because of an unpleasant tone. Talk to me with respect, if you do, I will gladly return the favour and speak to you with utmost respect and care, if not, well, be prepared for a mouthful!
Secondly, don’t speak to me in a dull and boring tone, otherwise you will enjoy watching me fall asleep, for this to be avoided, speak in an up-beat tone, throw in a few jokes and sarcasm, this will get me interested in what you have to say and I might actually respond well to you.
Also, try not telling me what to do, this will make me rebellious, and instead of listening, I will do the exact opposite. And lectures don’t even go there, in my opinion you’re just wasting your breath and racking your brain for intelligent words that I probably don’t understand. Avoid comparing us to other people, most adults tend tell us we are unique, but that seems to be forgotten when someone does better than us in class.
Lastly, talk to me with love, this will make me open up to you and the barrier walls between teenagers and adults will slowly come down, this will show you that we’re not so dark after all. You just need to speak to us in an appropriate manner and that we will respond well to. Instead of raising your voice, raise an issue. If all these steps are followed, teenagers and adults will be able to engage in frequent, friendly conversations!
Kajal_A

Dear Adult,

It’s come to my attention that there is a communication barrier between adults and teenagers, which could potentially be detrimental to our development. So I’ve come up with a few tips on how to talk to me, well, teenagers in general really.

We can understand most things, and most long words but if you want to keep us interested, try to use simple phrases. However, don’t dumb yourself down – we’re not babies, and that’s one sure fire way to lose our respect. The fact that we’re talking to and confiding in you is something worth appreciating – it takes a lot of courage to talk to an adult. Don’t ruin it by making it about you, and put yourself in our shoes before you judge us.

We respond well to humour so try to drop some of that in to the conversation. Out of politeness we will laugh at all your jokes, no matter how bad, so it’s only fair that you do the same- it’ll make us less self-conscious. Be expressive- sit facing towards me, this way I’ll know I have your full attention, and try to use your hands, this will engage us in and draw us into the conversation. And just a heads up, we can tell what an adult thinks just by their facial expression, it’s like a gift we have, so be careful about how you look at us – a reassuring smile is usually the best.

Also, try not to talk down at me but talk to me. If you are going to give advice, give advice that you would give your friend not your child, this will make us more likely to tell you more because we see you as a friend. Nods of your head in appropriate places reassure us that you understand and that you’re listening. As a teenager myself, sometimes all we need when we have problems is someone to listen to us, not judge us and smile, letting us know that everything’s going to be okay.

And when we’re deep in conversation and have a disagreement don’t refer to my responses as ‘talking back’, I am merely ‘explaining myself’.

If you follow these easy tips, the next time you talk to a teenager will be a breeze. I give you a stamp of approval.

Until we have to talk,
Chloe
Chloe Arumainayagam