Cyan

"So, let me make this clear. If you chose to not concentrate in class and then you end up doing badly in the exams and so then you go home and tell your parents that you have a bad teacher. Is that how it works? When in fact you didn't concentrate in class. I'll tell you this much... at parent evening, I'm going to tell all of your parents." We stood in the middle of the corridor and made a decision, that day, that we would get a distinction in maths and therefore whatever she told our parents about our marks and our level of concentration would be null and void. That was the plan and it was brilliant. Of course I have different feelings now. It was a double lesson at the end of a busy Friday. The air just seemed to be exuberantly bubbly. Perfect atmosphere for chaos. Our maths teacher was busy rattling on about some long drawn out and seemingly unnecessary maths problem. Yolisa, Jeanette and I were busy giggling away at a highlighter tower we had created, whi

In my young days, I was quite the belieber. I guess I just grew up and then, I was a fan from a distance. I will tell you though that my Justin Bieber twitter account was a hot mess. Nonetheless, I went through the ins and outs of celebrity fandom. I had a t-shirt and bought the records. So, on my bedroom wall, I had an assortment of photos, drawings, writing and posters relating to him. Typical groupie vibes over here. Basically, I lived out that experience and I don't regret it. The incident was brought into play when my mother's friend, her husband and her son came over for a meal. It was Ramadaan, so we patiently waited to eat. And then we didn't eat because it was that time of the month when the desire for food had worn off. We ate substantially and retired to the lounge. Dad and the dudes went to pray in my parents room. So, my mothers friend was sitting in the lounge and she asked me if she could be guided to a room in which she could pray. I agreed and told