THINKING ABOUT LIFE

Sometimes they say every girl's dream is to get married one day. This is true in most cases, but we must not forget that there are some girls who don’t believe in marriage anymore. After four years of being in a relationship with my boyfriend, Sam, I realised that marriage was just a fantasy. Although I had a wish of getting married one day, Sam's attitude towards marriage made me realise that as long as I was with him, my wish would never come true. So, throwing the towel on marriage became the easiest thing to do. Sam was an introvert, a less talk and more action type of man. He was very secretive and liked surprises. "Baby you know I don't like surprises", I said one day when he bought me an expensive gift without my approval. But Sam being Sam, he never listened. One evening Sam visited me, and he was in a good mood. I was getting used to his exciting mood especially when it was his payday. "Surprise!" He shouted while showing me two flight tic

Beep! Beep! Beeeeep! Those were the sounds of the hospital machines waking me up from a deep sleep. “What is happening? Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!” I shouted as I tried to wake up my friend. “Liz, wake up! Liz! Nurse! Liz, talk to me! Please, Liz, please! Don’t do this Liz, just wake up!” I kept on shouting still trying to wake her up, with tears rolling down my cheeks. Immediately after the nurses heard me calling, they rushed over to the ward. “Please wait outside, Ma’am”, they said. I unsteadily waited outside, pacing up and down and crying softly. I remember praying softly and begging God to wake her up. A few minutes later, the nurse who’d told me to wait outside came out to me. “We tried everything we could, but unfortunately she didn’t make it. I’m so sorry for your loss”, she said while going back to where Lizzie was. Immediately after she told me the news, I started crying loudly, fell to my knees. I couldn’t handle the news very well. For some time I was so weak that I sat on t

“You look too young to be travelling alone, where are you heading to my girl?”, asked the man I was sitting next to in the taxi on my long journey to Joburg. “Well, do you have to look old for you to travel alone?”, I replied with a fake smile. He was perhaps in his 40s, and I was definitely not interested in any further engagements with him. Deep down in my heart I kept asking myself the very same question the man had posed. I never wanted to tell anyone where my journey was leading to, but Soweto was my final destination. I had communicated with some girls I knew that I would be coming over to stay with them. They did not mind. In fact, they were very encouraging. It had been three years since I finished my matric and my life has been nothing but miserable. My senior certificate was as good as nothing. I tried applying to study universities and a college but I was rejected. In fact, I was rejected four times in different universities. I also tried looking for a job but even that