The Middle

I’m familiar with the beginning.

I’m familiar with the bitter end.

But the middle, the middle,

I don’t know what happens here…

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Chisel

Good evening everyone! Well, it’s really morning and I can’t sleep so you will have to listen to my ramblings, sorry not sorry!

The paunch came out of nowhere; all of a sudden protruding around the midsection. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!

So now the game plan has to change. Now I take chisel to statue and work with an intention to mould and create the body I want. The one I had before.

Wish me luck!

The Yearning

Most English teachers will tell you how difficult it is to read for pleasure. Literature is work, something we read to find deeper meaning and even simpler ways to convey that which we encounter.

How refreshing it is to find a novel that engrosses you; a truly engaging, beautiful and authentically South African story. Every page was worth the read and it was bittersweet to put it down at the end.

Invigilation

Invigilation is a slow game of Pacman. There are, however, no winners;

Just teachers entrenched in those aisle

Picking up dropped pencils and adjusting facedown student cards- bored out of their minds

Knowing fully well that their only escape is a quiet classroom and a pile waiting for that red tick- Or red cross.

Students, stuck in their seats filling pages and pages with dates and sums and reasons in hopes that they will will be rewarded. Sometimes merely waiting for the declaration: “Pens down!”

Indeed, this game of Pacman holds us all hostage!