At the ungodly hour of three ante meridiem, I shot out of bed like a flying fruit. It’s not that I couldn’t sleep or that five random pimples appeared on my forehead. No, no, no. I was actually writing Monday’s semester test in my state of sleep. I kid you not. I imagine myself to be clairvoyant of a sort – past experiences have led to such a conclusion.
Anyway. I dragged my blanket and my person to a living room while the hum of my family’s snores thrummed. In a house like mine , preparing for upcoming tests and standardised examinations at such hours are best for efficiency and effectiveness. Go figure.
The last time my human memory can recall when I was this worried was in my final year of high school while exercising my brain on trigonometry and calculus sums. Trust when I say I was stressed, anxious and every other words synonymous with worried.
So because I had unconsciously seen the questions, I did a spot study-spot focus-spot test on the scope. It all went well, content was what I was for a moment in time. But I couldn’t stay at home when the sky became orange-mustard in colour. No way, José. Raucous has a picture of my family next to it for a clearer definition. Pretty Self-explanatory. My mum was somewhat surprised at my actions at 9 AM.
I actually went on campus because a couple of classmates decided or rather felt the need to form a study group. I don’t know in which universe such a doing ever worked, but I still went anyway because trying new things isn’t always a bad thing and 2 of 6 people showed up. Can you see how ineffective this turned out to be?
So it was just me and the girl with a name that sounds like paradise. The productivity of two peaceful souls, the determination of two varsity students desiring to ace a test was at its finest on a Sunday morning. That Sunday morning when my father told me, not asked me, but told me that he wants for me to take the church route. Cue in my “what the fucks”, but that’s a topic for another day when I’m not feeling necessary for a second.
Back to the two girls with the tenacity of Zulu warriors in the time of Shaka Zulu, hunger blasted us because thinking decreased our glucose levels. KFC for the win and a filled stomach for the day.
Eden taught me, she was a kind teacher and I reciprocated the help. I don’t know how Sunday would have turned out, I don’t want to know how the test would have been had we not met up. A blessing in a study group I knew wouldn’t work out, a blessing.
We kicked back and chilled. I can never stress how much I need to be chilled, how much I want to be chilled and how I always need to be chilled. So yes we chilled.
This human, young girl taking glimpses of life has been in some lecture halls along with me. I’ve always known of her existence since she became the class representative but never had I taken the initiative to get to know her.
The people you don’t meet at first are always impressionable, always. I didn’t have an idea on who she was or what her life was about. I know I’ve grown an immense load from the gap year I took in 2014 because I didn’t have preconceived notions of who I supposed she was.
Discovering what she was like was like finding Beyblade toy pieces in Simba chips. Adding more to your collection always made you feel mad excitement.
She writes, but she also breathes.
She links words, one by one, to write a tale of Nonku. A coffee coloured skin girl with good music – a projection of herself in one light. Da-dum. But if you’ve never known what a Shindig is, you can read it here. As a believer in the law of attraction, I was pretty wowed when I linked my word of the day – the word I kept repeating the whole day- with what she was on about.
She reads, for leisure unlike a lot of lost folks.
Because literature plays an important role in my life, I smile at the world when I encounter people that appreciate the art of thinking and jotting happenings, dreams and adventures on paper.
Basically, she wasn’t a generic piece of faded blue jeans your dad probably owned and I am glad.
I am glad the study group was a fail.
I am glad I met her when I did.
I am glad in general, to have found someone that reminded me of myself and a change I want to see in the world because the world needs it.