The street I grew up in is called Maru-a-Pula way, although my parents resided in a different area almost thirty kilometers away. Maru-a-Pula is known for its quiet, posh nature, but also for its crime lords; most do not know much about the school though.
I remember the first day I moved there to become a boarder. It was a bright, sunny, cloudless day with the birds searching the sky. Regardless of the pathetic fallacy, I was terrified; I did not plan to move out of my parents’ house at the tender age of fifteen. I had also never planned to be a boarder until I was in a university in a different country. I tried to convince my parents to take me back, but my mother just said, “This is for your best. Besides you are on scholarship, so it will not be a financial burden on us.” For them, boarding school was the best time of their lives; the freedom and responsibilities one has over their life is remarkable and too mighty, I thought, for a young girl.
Finally accepting my fate, I picked up my bags from our blue corolla boot to the girls boarding house. Looking from the outside, the house was a mansion, although it was not pretty like the houses I saw around the neighborhood. It was made of chocolate brown face brick, and had balls of dried gum on it. Walking in, I was astounded by the noise. I comforted myself with the fact that it was music I actually enjoyed; maybe some good will come out of this experience. Luckily, I had my own room. Once my parents left, one by one, girls, who are still close friends, began to flock into my room to introduce themselves.
Within my first week I had made sworn enemies. Because I was never good at accepting criticism, there were people whom I did not appreciate. I found these particular girls obnoxious and selfish. But it was because I did not realize that not everyone will – or should – adore me. I may have been showered with rapturous praise at my previous school, but this was a different environment! Before, I could easily ask for something and get it; I never had to feel like a hustler. I remember the day...