The unexpected change
YOU NEVER REALLY LOSE YOUR DEMONS , YOU JUST FIND A WAY TO SUPRESS THEM
“Mukhetwa come on we’re going to miss our flight,” her mother calls up the stairs before Mukhetwa finally appears out her room, rushing down the stairs. “I’m here let’s go,” she uttered breathless. She sat silently in the car mindlessly watching her hometown pass by. She was from a Christian family, attended a Christian school in a Christian community. Somehow all that was gradually beginning to change. Her father had just gotten a major promotion which forced them to uproot and move all the way to Durban. The fact that she was leaving behind the only life she had only known surrounded her like a grey fog and she was just a sailor lost at sea waiting for the dawn.
Durban was other worldly, ethereal even. She stared in awe as a girl walked off the plane with pink curls, a mini skirt, crop top and leather boots. She watched as she ambled confidently, swaying her hips, passing then with no greeting and eyeing her as if she possessed something they didn’t. She headed to the arrival area to fetch her luggage but was stopped midway by a couple of guys around her age calling her names that even she was afraid to remember. Everyone just seemed to be chasing after time, scurrying from point A to point B. They were all so over engrossed in their smartphones they could hardly notice the people thy were bumping into. The natural order of things of the world seemed to be upside down and inside out. An overwhelming feeling was creeping up her throat as she tried to make sense of all she was seeing. “Hey you okay? You seem a bit flustered,” her mother’s query pulled her out of her near panic, which she responded with a warm smile and nod.
As they journeyed on she couldn’t help but compare Durban to her hometown and the contrast was more than palpable. She stared in bewilderment at the glass buildings that seemed to kiss the sky, how each road seemed to be intertwined with another, the amount of cars that could move at an unimaginable speed with such ease. She watched in wonder as cars of all shapes, sizes and colours pass by. Hillsongs flooded the car while she tried to see everything, memorize all the sound, colours even style, storing them for future uses.
Her father pulled into the brick driveway of homey, wooden cottage enclosed by nature. The green of the vines climbing the wall complemented the vanished wood perfectly. The grass was slightly over grow on the front yard and the rose bushes needed trimming but even with its faults somehow its simplicity and aged design gave it character. There were two windows on either side of the hose, on both floors, with an additional circular widow at the top. A washed out grey door lead to a living room a flight of stairs. Making her way passed the badge carpet she noticed how almost everything was made out of wood. She turned into the kitchen and was instantly greeted by breakfast bar with a gas stove. Luckily all the cupboards were already filled something she is more than keen to cross off het to-do list. “Mukhetwa, help your mother get the bags , would you?” her father’s strain voice echo’s through the house as he makes his way up the stairs with a box of her things. “Yes sir,” she found her way back, before dragging each of her bags up the stairs as well.
White sheets covered all the furniture and bed in her room but even with the sheets she could see the grey-blue colour scheme. The room had its own bathroom, finally she could render the days of waking up early to be the first at the showers behind her. The bed had a wooden canopy with designs and markings carved into it. She sighed in exasperation as she mentally listed all the things that needed to be done; she knew for sure that this room would be a lot of work. She walked though the faded blue door to examine the bathroom. It had a shower and a bath! Three spotless glass walls enfolded a shower head, with the fourth wall and shower floor being a crème white. There was a pasiline basin next an egg shaped bath tub. The wooden floor and walls had seen better days but could easily be mistaken for a deliberate design.
She walked out back into the room, having a coughing fit from the dust a she removed all the sheets and got to work.
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She subconsciously gave herself a pat on the back, placing the last of her ornaments in its rightful place. She had her doubts in the beginning but the room turned out suprisingly decent. She could hear laughter as she decended the stairs, she had always aspire her parent’s relationship and like many others , wished to share something so rare and passionate with some one as well.
After grace was said , time found a way to slip through their fingers and befor she knew it she was walking back up the stairs. She stood under the shower head, letting the warm droplets relaxe all her muscles. With every breath she took the slight anxiety of tomorrow gradually subsided. Her fingers wraked through her chestnut hair. She rubbed the wild berry foam all over skin, watching the water rinse it off. She shut her eyes with a sigh tilting her head towards the water, relinquishing all her doubts to be washed down the drain.
A suttle knock tugged her out of her serenity. She stepped out, wrapping herself in a lavender towel before stepping out slightly dripping. “Mom,”, the surprise in her voice was evident. “Oh , sorry honey,” she gave her a breathy laugh ,” I just wanted to make sure you had everything for tomorrow,” her mom questioned as she inspected the room. “ Of course mom it’s just high school, thank you,” Mukhetwa grined at her. Her mother always went above and beyond when it came to her and she truly appreciated her. “I love you, goodnight,” she kissed her cheek. “I love you too, mom,” she uttered. Her mom finally shut the door behind her after another round of quizzing and reassurance. Mukhetwa’s pillow welcomed her head as her bed cacooned her body. She drifted into sleep as she vaguely planed he next day.
Sunlight floodes her room. Warm, bright, piercing light and all attemps to keep it out, to enjoy just a few more presious minutes of sleep all are a tragic failure. The glare is just too strong. She fully succumbs to wakefulness when her mother calls her name from the door. “Five more minutes,” she groaned. Morning were her least favourite time of the day especially on Mondays. “Come on sleepy head your going to be late for school,” she increased the distance between the curtains ultimately sealing Mukhetwa’s fate. No matter how much she tried , there was no getting any sleep now. “Fine,” Mukhetwa moaned to the bathroom. She lazily dragged the toothbrush though her mouth while assessing her appearance. Her light brown eyes looked back a her slightly covered by the lids as she rinsed and entered the shower. She had already planned an outfir three weeks before their move so she was more than prepared. She smile brightly at her reflection. She had her favourite bright orange and green pole neck on which she paired with colourful tights. She decided to wear brown sandils that allowed her feet to breath. She tied her hair in two pigtail, her previos teacher would always reiterated how it flattered her. With her last twirl in front of the mirror she felt more than ready to make new friends.
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"Settle down," their home room teacher, Mrs Wits calmed down her students. "We have a new student today and I'd like for us to give her a warm welcome as she comes up to introduce herself." Mukhetwa grinned back a s the teacher gestured her up. "HI my name is Mukhetwa, my parent and I just moved here. Oh yeah and I'm born again," she puffed up her chest up with pride. The class erupted with laughter as she just stood there like a dear in headlights. Soon after she noticed that the jock was on her but what she couldn't get was why.
She walked down at the brim of tears as she tried to ignored the people echoing her words back at her. "Now that's enough, it's okay that you have strong faith darling. Nothing to be ashamed about," Mrs Wits tried her hardest to hold back a giggle. The rest of the day played out like a broken record and she quick learned that word traveled fast in that school, making her the laughing stock of it all.
The day dragged by and she was grateful when she arrived and her parents weren't home, she needed some time to re-evaluate her life choices.
Her parents quizzed her about her day, over dinner. The words tumbled out of her mouth as she renacted her first day and how she categorized it as an utter disaster.
"Don't mind them honey, the foolish have always made fun of the wise throughout the Bible. Not because they want to but simply because they do not understand," her mother kissed the crown of her head as she collected the dishes. "Just avoid then although, I see no use in having those sorts of people as friends. They add no value to you," as always her father's anwser was blunt and straight forward. "Mike, don't tell her that, a girl her age should have friends, explore even. Just give 'em time sweet they'll come around," her mother called from the kitchen
Mukhetwa sighed as sleep took over her. "Think I'm gonna calm it a day," she kissed her father and mother before heading up to her room. Thoughts of the next day had her tossing and turning but finally sleep found her.
A wise king never seeks war, but is always prepared for it
Sunlight floods her room. Warm, bright, piercing light and all attempts to keep it out, to enjoy just a few more precious minutes of sleep all are a tragic failure. The glare is just too strong. She fully succumbs to wakefulness when her mother calls her name from the door. “Five more minutes,” she groaned. Mornings were her least favorite time of the day, especially on Mondays. “Come on sleepy head your going to be late for school,” she increased the distance between the curtains ultimately sealing Mukhetwa’s fate. No matter how much she tried, there was no getting any sleep now. “Fine,” Mukhetwa moaned to the bathroom. She lazily dragged the toothbrush through her mouth while assessing her appearance. Her light brown eyes looked back at her slightly covered by the lids as she rinsed and entered the shower. She had already planned an outfit three weeks before their move so she was more than prepared. She smiles brightly at her reflection. She had her favorite bright orange and green pole neck on which she paired with colorful tights. She decided to wear brown sandals that allowed her feet to breathe. She tied her hair in two pigtails, her previous teacher would always reiterate how it flattered her. With her last twirl in front of the mirror, she felt more than ready to make new friends.
***************
"Settle down," their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wits calmed down her students. "We have a new student today and I'd like for us to give her a warm welcome as she comes up to introduce herself." Mukhetwa grinned back as the teacher gestured her up. "Hi my name is Mukhetwa, my parent and I just moved here. Oh yeah and I'm born again," she puffed up her chest up with pride. The class erupted with laughter as she just stood there like a dear in headlights. Soon after she noticed that the joke was on her but what she couldn't get was why.
She walked down at the brim of tears as she tried to ignored the people echoing her words back at her. "Now that's enough, it's okay that you have strong faith darling. Nothing to be ashamed about," Mrs. Wits tried her hardest to hold back a giggle. The rest of the day played out like a broken record and she quickly learned that word traveled fast in that school, making her the laughing stock of it all.
The day dragged by and she was grateful when she arrived and her parents weren't home, she needed some time to re-evaluate her life choices.
Her parents quizzed her about her day, over dinner. The words tumbled out of her mouth as she reenacted her first day and how she categorized it as an utter disaster.
"Don't mind them, honey, the foolish have always made fun of the wise throughout the Bible. Not because they want to but simply because they do not understand," her mother kissed the crown of her head as she collected the dishes. "Just avoid them altogether, I see no use in having those sorts of people as friends. They add no value to you," as always her father's answer was blunt and straightforward. "Mike, don't tell her that, a girl her age should have friends, explore even. Just give 'em time sweet they'll come around," her mother called from the kitchen
Mukhetwa sighed as sleep took over her. "Think I'm gonna call it a day," she kissed her father and mother before heading up to her room. Thoughts of the next day had her tossing and turning but finally sleep found her.
****
The bell rang signaling the beginning of break, by now Mukhetwa knew the drill. For the past week, people treated her like a plague. She made her way to the bench that she has become accustomed to spending her free time meditating on.
She picked at her salad with her fork as her mind drifted before being brought out by a high-pitched voice. "Girl. Yeah, you. Come here," One of the girls beckoned for her. Mia dominated the social world. Every girl wanted to be her and no guy didn't want her. She had the best of all things at the snap of a finger. Mona and Kara followed her, in sync with her every move. She was the one who had the whole school eating out of the palm of her hand. "Sit down," she commanded lightly. " I'm not one to waste time so I gonna cut right to the chase," Mia looked down at Mukhetwa as she spoke. "We would like to take you under our wing. You know nothing about fitting in and I thought why not do some charity work and help the poor girl out," Mia tilted her head urging her to agree.
"Okay," Mukhetwa's voice was bearly auditable as she uttered her agreement. "Great. We have our conditions though," Mia popped her gum looking Mukhetwa dead in the eyes. "You will do whatever we tell you. No hesitation, no questions, and you sure as hell can't say no," they all laughed then stopped abruptly as if on cue all faces were wiped of all emotion and any care of what she had to say.
The slight adrenaline peak was a clear enough sign for her to know that this wouldn't end well but the desire to fit in and impress the girls more than anything had her sealing her fate. "Good. Now since that is over with, wear this when we come to fetch you at 5," they all got up at once with no regard to whatever her answer would be. "Oh, one more thing. You better be ready when we pull up or else….our world doesn't revolve around you. Remember that," all three of them covered their eyes with shades before walking off.
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Loud music sounded through the speakers as she enters the club behind them. All three went their separate ways leaving her there with nothing better to do than to watch. A couple of shots were passed around and she was fortunate enough to get one. At the time she had no idea what it was nor its purpose. "Bottoms up," Mia called before taking her's. Mukhetwa gazed in fascination as everyone follows her lead. Respecting her ways and what she had been taught, she grabbed everyone's attention before she gave utterance to yet another prayer, asking the Lord to bless her drink.
The whole room rippled with laughter, reviving her 'born again' saga. Her so-called friends fueled the crowd, refreshing their memories. After what felt like an eternity of embarrassment had passed, they stopped laughing and told her that there was no such thing as God. And just like that, she felt as if the ground had shifted as she struggled to hold on to her faith. No God? She couldn't stop the word's from replaying in her head as she mindlessly took her drink whole.
Her train of thought was derailed by a stinging, burning sensation from the tips of her lips to the pit of her stomach, and as a scream was about to escape her, her body became numb stopping her dead in her tracks. She couldn't think straight, somehow everything finally seemed to be falling into place, all at their designated positions of her slowly evolving life.
Waking up the next day was a mission. She had no idea how she got home or where on earth she picked up such a piercing headache. She tried sitting up but was stopped by a knock on the door. It was her mother with her breakfast [Every Saturday she would give her the breakfast in bed treatment to always remind her of their love] Her mother got in then handed her the food. They greeted each other then left. Mukhetwa stared at her food in a somewhat trans. A beep from her burner phone pulled her back to reality
“Mukhetwa come on we’re going to miss our flight,” her mother calls up the stairs before Mukhetwa finally appears out her room, rushing down the stairs. “I’m here let’s go,” she uttered breathless. She sat silently in the car mindlessly watching her hometown pass by. She was from a Christian family, attended a Christian school in a Christian community. Somehow all that was gradually beginning to change. Her father had just gotten a major promotion which forced them to uproot and move all the way to Durban. The fact that she was leaving behind the only life she had only known surrounded her like a grey fog and she was just a sailor lost at sea waiting for the dawn.
Durban was other worldly, ethereal even. She stared in awe as a girl walked off the plane with pink curls, a mini skirt, crop top and leather boots. She watched as she ambled confidently, swaying her hips, passing then with no greeting and eyeing her as if she possessed something they didn’t. She headed to the arrival area to fetch her luggage but was stopped midway by a couple of guys around her age calling her names that even she was afraid to remember. Everyone just seemed to be chasing after time, scurrying from point A to point B. They were all so over engrossed in their smartphones they could hardly notice the people thy were bumping into. The natural order of things of the world seemed to be upside down and inside out. An overwhelming feeling was creeping up her throat as she tried to make sense of all she was seeing. “Hey you okay? You seem a bit flustered,” her mother’s query pulled her out of her near panic, which she responded with a warm smile and nod.
As they journeyed on she couldn’t help but compare Durban to her hometown and the contrast was more than palpable. She stared in bewilderment at the glass buildings that seemed to kiss the sky, how each road seemed to be intertwined with another, the amount of cars that could move at an unimaginable speed with such ease. She watched in wonder as cars of all shapes, sizes and colours pass by. Hillsongs flooded the car while she tried to see everything, memorize all the sound, colours even style, storing them for future uses.
Her father pulled into the brick driveway of homey, wooden cottage enclosed by nature. The green of the vines climbing the wall complemented the vanished wood perfectly. The grass was slightly over grow on the front yard and the rose bushes needed trimming but even with its faults somehow its simplicity and aged design gave it character. There were two windows on either side of the hose, on both floors, with an additional circular widow at the top. A washed out grey door lead to a living room a flight of stairs. Making her way passed the badge carpet she noticed how almost everything was made out of wood. She turned into the kitchen and was instantly greeted by breakfast bar with a gas stove. Luckily all the cupboards were already filled something she is more than keen to cross off het to-do list. “Mukhetwa, help your mother get the bags , would you?” her father’s strain voice echo’s through the house as he makes his way up the stairs with a box of her things. “Yes sir,” she found her way back, before dragging each of her bags up the stairs as well.
White sheets covered all the furniture and bed in her room but even with the sheets she could see the grey-blue colour scheme. The room had its own bathroom, finally she could render the days of waking up early to be the first at the showers behind her. The bed had a wooden canopy with designs and markings carved into it. She sighed in exasperation as she mentally listed all the things that needed to be done; she knew for sure that this room would be a lot of work. She walked though the faded blue door to examine the bathroom. It had a shower and a bath! Three spotless glass walls enfolded a shower head, with the fourth wall and shower floor being a crème white. There was a pasiline basin next an egg shaped bath tub. The wooden floor and walls had seen better days but could easily be mistaken for a deliberate design.
She walked out back into the room, having a coughing fit from the dust a she removed all the sheets and got to work.
********************
She subconsciously gave herself a pat on the back, placing the last of her ornaments in its rightful place. She had her doubts in the beginning but the room turned out suprisingly decent. She could hear laughter as she decended the stairs, she had always aspire her parent’s relationship and like many others , wished to share something so rare and passionate with some one as well.
After grace was said , time found a way to slip through their fingers and befor she knew it she was walking back up the stairs. She stood under the shower head, letting the warm droplets relaxe all her muscles. With every breath she took the slight anxiety of tomorrow gradually subsided. Her fingers wraked through her chestnut hair. She rubbed the wild berry foam all over skin, watching the water rinse it off. She shut her eyes with a sigh tilting her head towards the water, relinquishing all her doubts to be washed down the drain.
A suttle knock tugged her out of her serenity. She stepped out, wrapping herself in a lavender towel before stepping out slightly dripping. “Mom,”, the surprise in her voice was evident. “Oh , sorry honey,” she gave her a breathy laugh ,” I just wanted to make sure you had everything for tomorrow,” her mom questioned as she inspected the room. “ Of course mom it’s just high school, thank you,” Mukhetwa grined at her. Her mother always went above and beyond when it came to her and she truly appreciated her. “I love you, goodnight,” she kissed her cheek. “I love you too, mom,” she uttered. Her mom finally shut the door behind her after another round of quizzing and reassurance. Mukhetwa’s pillow welcomed her head as her bed cacooned her body. She drifted into sleep as she vaguely planed he next day.
Sunlight floodes her room. Warm, bright, piercing light and all attemps to keep it out, to enjoy just a few more presious minutes of sleep all are a tragic failure. The glare is just too strong. She fully succumbs to wakefulness when her mother calls her name from the door. “Five more minutes,” she groaned. Morning were her least favourite time of the day especially on Mondays. “Come on sleepy head your going to be late for school,” she increased the distance between the curtains ultimately sealing Mukhetwa’s fate. No matter how much she tried , there was no getting any sleep now. “Fine,” Mukhetwa moaned to the bathroom. She lazily dragged the toothbrush though her mouth while assessing her appearance. Her light brown eyes looked back a her slightly covered by the lids as she rinsed and entered the shower. She had already planned an outfir three weeks before their move so she was more than prepared. She smile brightly at her reflection. She had her favourite bright orange and green pole neck on which she paired with colourful tights. She decided to wear brown sandils that allowed her feet to breath. She tied her hair in two pigtail, her previos teacher would always reiterated how it flattered her. With her last twirl in front of the mirror she felt more than ready to make new friends.
***************
"Settle down," their home room teacher, Mrs Wits calmed down her students. "We have a new student today and I'd like for us to give her a warm welcome as she comes up to introduce herself." Mukhetwa grinned back a s the teacher gestured her up. "HI my name is Mukhetwa, my parent and I just moved here. Oh yeah and I'm born again," she puffed up her chest up with pride. The class erupted with laughter as she just stood there like a dear in headlights. Soon after she noticed that the jock was on her but what she couldn't get was why.
She walked down at the brim of tears as she tried to ignored the people echoing her words back at her. "Now that's enough, it's okay that you have strong faith darling. Nothing to be ashamed about," Mrs Wits tried her hardest to hold back a giggle. The rest of the day played out like a broken record and she quick learned that word traveled fast in that school, making her the laughing stock of it all.
The day dragged by and she was grateful when she arrived and her parents weren't home, she needed some time to re-evaluate her life choices.
Her parents quizzed her about her day, over dinner. The words tumbled out of her mouth as she renacted her first day and how she categorized it as an utter disaster.
"Don't mind them honey, the foolish have always made fun of the wise throughout the Bible. Not because they want to but simply because they do not understand," her mother kissed the crown of her head as she collected the dishes. "Just avoid then although, I see no use in having those sorts of people as friends. They add no value to you," as always her father's anwser was blunt and straight forward. "Mike, don't tell her that, a girl her age should have friends, explore even. Just give 'em time sweet they'll come around," her mother called from the kitchen
Mukhetwa sighed as sleep took over her. "Think I'm gonna calm it a day," she kissed her father and mother before heading up to her room. Thoughts of the next day had her tossing and turning but finally sleep found her.
A wise king never seeks war, but is always prepared for it
Sunlight floods her room. Warm, bright, piercing light and all attempts to keep it out, to enjoy just a few more precious minutes of sleep all are a tragic failure. The glare is just too strong. She fully succumbs to wakefulness when her mother calls her name from the door. “Five more minutes,” she groaned. Mornings were her least favorite time of the day, especially on Mondays. “Come on sleepy head your going to be late for school,” she increased the distance between the curtains ultimately sealing Mukhetwa’s fate. No matter how much she tried, there was no getting any sleep now. “Fine,” Mukhetwa moaned to the bathroom. She lazily dragged the toothbrush through her mouth while assessing her appearance. Her light brown eyes looked back at her slightly covered by the lids as she rinsed and entered the shower. She had already planned an outfit three weeks before their move so she was more than prepared. She smiles brightly at her reflection. She had her favorite bright orange and green pole neck on which she paired with colorful tights. She decided to wear brown sandals that allowed her feet to breathe. She tied her hair in two pigtails, her previous teacher would always reiterate how it flattered her. With her last twirl in front of the mirror, she felt more than ready to make new friends.
***************
"Settle down," their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wits calmed down her students. "We have a new student today and I'd like for us to give her a warm welcome as she comes up to introduce herself." Mukhetwa grinned back as the teacher gestured her up. "Hi my name is Mukhetwa, my parent and I just moved here. Oh yeah and I'm born again," she puffed up her chest up with pride. The class erupted with laughter as she just stood there like a dear in headlights. Soon after she noticed that the joke was on her but what she couldn't get was why.
She walked down at the brim of tears as she tried to ignored the people echoing her words back at her. "Now that's enough, it's okay that you have strong faith darling. Nothing to be ashamed about," Mrs. Wits tried her hardest to hold back a giggle. The rest of the day played out like a broken record and she quickly learned that word traveled fast in that school, making her the laughing stock of it all.
The day dragged by and she was grateful when she arrived and her parents weren't home, she needed some time to re-evaluate her life choices.
Her parents quizzed her about her day, over dinner. The words tumbled out of her mouth as she reenacted her first day and how she categorized it as an utter disaster.
"Don't mind them, honey, the foolish have always made fun of the wise throughout the Bible. Not because they want to but simply because they do not understand," her mother kissed the crown of her head as she collected the dishes. "Just avoid them altogether, I see no use in having those sorts of people as friends. They add no value to you," as always her father's answer was blunt and straightforward. "Mike, don't tell her that, a girl her age should have friends, explore even. Just give 'em time sweet they'll come around," her mother called from the kitchen
Mukhetwa sighed as sleep took over her. "Think I'm gonna call it a day," she kissed her father and mother before heading up to her room. Thoughts of the next day had her tossing and turning but finally sleep found her.
****
The bell rang signaling the beginning of break, by now Mukhetwa knew the drill. For the past week, people treated her like a plague. She made her way to the bench that she has become accustomed to spending her free time meditating on.
She picked at her salad with her fork as her mind drifted before being brought out by a high-pitched voice. "Girl. Yeah, you. Come here," One of the girls beckoned for her. Mia dominated the social world. Every girl wanted to be her and no guy didn't want her. She had the best of all things at the snap of a finger. Mona and Kara followed her, in sync with her every move. She was the one who had the whole school eating out of the palm of her hand. "Sit down," she commanded lightly. " I'm not one to waste time so I gonna cut right to the chase," Mia looked down at Mukhetwa as she spoke. "We would like to take you under our wing. You know nothing about fitting in and I thought why not do some charity work and help the poor girl out," Mia tilted her head urging her to agree.
"Okay," Mukhetwa's voice was bearly auditable as she uttered her agreement. "Great. We have our conditions though," Mia popped her gum looking Mukhetwa dead in the eyes. "You will do whatever we tell you. No hesitation, no questions, and you sure as hell can't say no," they all laughed then stopped abruptly as if on cue all faces were wiped of all emotion and any care of what she had to say.
The slight adrenaline peak was a clear enough sign for her to know that this wouldn't end well but the desire to fit in and impress the girls more than anything had her sealing her fate. "Good. Now since that is over with, wear this when we come to fetch you at 5," they all got up at once with no regard to whatever her answer would be. "Oh, one more thing. You better be ready when we pull up or else….our world doesn't revolve around you. Remember that," all three of them covered their eyes with shades before walking off.
*******************
Loud music sounded through the speakers as she enters the club behind them. All three went their separate ways leaving her there with nothing better to do than to watch. A couple of shots were passed around and she was fortunate enough to get one. At the time she had no idea what it was nor its purpose. "Bottoms up," Mia called before taking her's. Mukhetwa gazed in fascination as everyone follows her lead. Respecting her ways and what she had been taught, she grabbed everyone's attention before she gave utterance to yet another prayer, asking the Lord to bless her drink.
The whole room rippled with laughter, reviving her 'born again' saga. Her so-called friends fueled the crowd, refreshing their memories. After what felt like an eternity of embarrassment had passed, they stopped laughing and told her that there was no such thing as God. And just like that, she felt as if the ground had shifted as she struggled to hold on to her faith. No God? She couldn't stop the word's from replaying in her head as she mindlessly took her drink whole.
Her train of thought was derailed by a stinging, burning sensation from the tips of her lips to the pit of her stomach, and as a scream was about to escape her, her body became numb stopping her dead in her tracks. She couldn't think straight, somehow everything finally seemed to be falling into place, all at their designated positions of her slowly evolving life.
Waking up the next day was a mission. She had no idea how she got home or where on earth she picked up such a piercing headache. She tried sitting up but was stopped by a knock on the door. It was her mother with her breakfast [Every Saturday she would give her the breakfast in bed treatment to always remind her of their love] Her mother got in then handed her the food. They greeted each other then left. Mukhetwa stared at her food in a somewhat trans. A beep from her burner phone pulled her back to reality
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