Chapter 40 Alot has happened, alot didnt make sense. I was just laying there lifeless, poor Thando. I hate sympathy though, dont tell me how sorry you feel for me just keep it to yourself, I know its a hard situation Im in but I dont need your empathy- it just makes me feel weak and that I know Im not! My grandparents had lost hope after theyve been told I had slim chances of making and if I did I still had alot to overcome, so I wouldnt be out of danger just yet :-/ I had gave what they called a false alarm when I opened my eyes and saw people surrounding me, it was just one horrible experience as it gave my family false hope. I had to pull through I just had to make it out there alive! Doctors can write me off, tell me I wont make it but they are not my Maker! I was at the verge of giving up, its been a while since I last lived... Gogo mkhulu really helped me but it was time I helped myself,as little as I was I had to fight for my life. Pastors, Bishops came to pray for me, fasting was also one of the major activities that was done by my loved ones, they had to keep trying for me. I dont remember much but I made it, was hospitalized for six months on drips that were injected every morning with what I dont know. I struggled eating, I fought with the nurses when it came to the injections, damn injection in the drip really hurts it really got on my last level of being hurt. It was itchy were the drip was inserted so Id pull it out almost everyday which pissed off the nurses because they had to re-insert it :-/ I hated those nurses, I hated that hospital bed and I hated the food yuk :-S!!! My family would always come to visit and some of those visitors I didnt know! They all came with one thing... BANANAS, I dont know but whats with people buying bananas for patients? I swear it was like I had a farm of bananas :-/ Anyways I ate them, I shared them with everyone in my ward including the nurses and some I told them to return with them, because I swear that moment I looked like a banana. School has started and I missed out alot, my grade five was almost finished it was just half way. My teachers were kind enough to visit me and assist me with my assignments- only those that went in our final report mark. I managed to pull through and besides I was not that bad academically, I was a fast learner, one of those who made it to the top ten list ;-) Best news were when I was told I was going home, I was being discharged from this prison gosh I was happy! My life has started being worth living afterall! It took time for me to adjust to the new environment, being outside of the hospital. Things were done differently and I had to adapt to being home again. The light was too bright so was the sun, I was skinny and my clothes were like they were hanged on me :-( I really looked terrible. My peers were happy to see me, everyone wanted to assist me including my secret admirer. Rumor has it, he hasnt been himself ever since I was in hospital and was actually the happiest when they were told I was coming back, ncaaaw how sweet man! I wasnt so shy no more, but still couldnt conduct a proper conversation with me :| he hid with the school talk lol this guy though... School was great and with the help of everyone I managed to catch up and be on the same level as the rest of my classmates. Yes I was loved and this love was beautiful just like my name, my teachers,my classmates, schools mates, my family and friends they all cared! Their support proved to me that I was really going to miss out had I not made it. My life was falling into place, and what was great about it is that I could walk PROPERLY yeap the doctors were surprised, but who wasnt? It was just a miracle to be alive and well! I still had check ups though just to keep me balanced ans not have those surprises that led to six months being hospitalized.It seemed everything was in place or was it? At school corporal punishment was still active and I was not to be treated specially just because of my condition and besides my classmates wouldve thought that the teachers favored me so I had my own fair share of punishment. Well we had this crazy principal he would want us to speak in Afrikaans whenever his around, his that man that kept order! And trust him to do a perfect job at it. He would come unannounced to our respective classes where he would demand that we stand up and greet him in Afrikaans, mxm this principal though, when he pass by the corridors youd hear the commotion everyone would be running away while trying to hide their identity because you can run but you cant hide! If he sees you he would whoop your ass until it burned! He was that strict! Came break time and ended and youre still eating or dragging your legs to class, he would come running towards us, spinning his belt in the air and just whoop! He didnt care where his belt landed, the energy that man had though was just implacable for an old man already ay his retiring age! The belt would usually land from one ear rotating to the other, or around your waist which would make you spin, trip and fall but youd immediately stand up and continue running! Everyone feared him! I recall of this one event when he came to my class and we were making noise! I swear that day I wanted to die because I knew shit was about to hit the fan! He got in and everyone immediately stood up to greet him in his special way, we did and he started telling us that he heard our voices from the main road outside the school and right this moment we knew we were in trouble, he made us each stand up and say something in Afrikaans as our password to seat down, poor us because we only knew goeie more maneer, goed dankie en hoe gaan dit met jou :-/ so only a few managed to sit down. This triggered him to the core, but why? We didnt have Afrikaans as one of our languages being taught here, he was not fair! We couldnt tell him that and the commotion began! I was placed in the front raw first group from the door, mainly to allow me to easily get out of class in case I in my sickly ways. Right then I was glad of my chosen place because this meant Id be the first to escape and so I thought! The belt spun in the air making the whoop, whoop sound, my mates went crazy, I stood up trying to get out first, I tripped and fell, they walked over me and I was helpless he came towards the door and I picked myself up, had no time to dust myself so I manage to spring out out the class although it was hard it was like ten people at once trying to go out imagine suffocating that was but nobody cared we all wanted to save our own skin from that belt! We went out and he chased after us! He ran around the whole school and rushed back to class because he told us if he gets there first theyll be hell to pay! This old man was fast, full of energy! And so we ran and ran and ran :-/ We got to class, out of our breath but we tried to keep our voices low because no one was in the mood for another ran! We kept quiet, opened our books and started writing our homeworks. Mrs Thwala came ten minutes later and found us quiet, she was shocked because we were the most naughty, noisier class ever! She just stood there and started praising us!!! Lol wuwi if only she knew ;-) Diary ka Thandoluhle
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 18:53:20 +0000
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