Diary of Inkedama Introduction It was a sunny day and we were playing outside with my best friend Hlomla, I was 5 years old and Hlomla was 6. In our neighborhood seeing children loitering and playing on their own is not a rare thing, u see our parents are not always next to us we learn to take care of ourselves at the very young age and we eat whatever is given to us even if it could be poisonous. Toy store is something we don’t know and quite frankly we don’t give a damn. Who are we? Why are we here? Where are we going? Those are million dollar questions on my mind. I dwell in Soweto on Sea, The outskirts of port Elizabeth(PE), yes you heard me right the Outskirts of PE. You see, people don’t understand our lives we are a non-existent community that was long forgotten by everyone because we have nothing to put on the table, we have no skills no jobs no money and definitely no polished English. Honey our education, if it’s there is diluted and not pure. We are the breeds of mediocrity, Excellency is beyond our capacity and we really do not bother pursuing it. Yet we are still alive and blood runs in our veins too. If you took a minute and paused while we were playing outside, you would have observed that my skin was too dry and it was hard as though I am a reptile a lizard to be specific. Ndigqoloziwe ngeSkere and you could spot izilonda ezililayo ezinobofu(puss). If you then take a closer look into my eyes, u will see that ndine nto ezingati zintongo ayizontongo ngoba bendibuvasile ubuso bam, ezizinto zingcangati ngati nguMkhunyu lo kanye weFever yeSummer ,uGreen ngombala. Inyeke zam zineCracks ziDry, amazinyo wam abolile and awapelelanga ngoba ndiyakumka. As we were busy kicking a ball made out of plastics and torn panty hose in our dusty streets of ZH in Rolihlahla street eSoweto, Mamfene shouted: Sandile! Sandile!..... Mna- Makhulu! Makhulu! Replying with the same tone she is using, you could tell by the look of my face that I was being sarcastic if you know what I mean. Uyadika kaloku Mamfene woze akuThume angaKuphi ne cent emdaka kunani ilekese kwezi zakhe azithengisayo? “Khandiyele evenkileni kwaMakhaya(aka Rhadi) yonditengela isonka ne swekile”. Mamfenwe gave me the money and I tag along uHlomla and our ball, we were joyous, screaming and kicking the ball but I must admit I wasn’t that good in kicking the ball I only liked tossing but Hlomla preferred kicking and what hlomla wants hlomla gets. As we approach isikwere I heard a woman screaming and shouting Yhuuuuuuuuu! Yhuuuuuuuuuuuu! Funqula mntanaX2 yhuuuuuuu! Within seconds I heard a car making a noise kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii it was small private car ujikeleza and Immediately heard BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 18:07:14 +0000