I was suddenly uprooted by the legs, hurled backwards with inconsiderable rapidity through the air. Before my mind could process what was happening, the crash left my bones powderised, muscles bruised and slowly but surely fear engulfed me. I stayed glued to the sport like a fly in a chameleon’s way.
With darting bloodshot eyes, cracked lips and our family’s generational black skin, what could go wrong at a remote boarding school? From the hostels to the classrooms my adoring ‘fans’ would stamp their feet in rage and chant all sort of disturbing songs when they saw me. It seemed their brutality had no parameter. In addition, teachers thought my misharpen head was propotional to my daily low marks. I was a fluent public speaker, incredible debater and a master of deduction in chess but that never seemed to matter.
I was surprised when the solution to my problems came before the end of the school year. Yes, I had always dreamed of gaining a mascular body, ripped abs with titanium fists so as to literary knock out my problems. Would’nt you? On this life changing day I was taken aback when the solution to my problems was not a robust body like Arnold Schwarzenegger which goes beyond toned muscle structure and verge into defined, well built curves often visible through clothes. What was it then?
The scorching sun had been mercilessly pounding on my shaven head.It was before the infamous Agriculture lesson commenced when I suddenly found myself land on my back with a thud. The boys towered triumphantly above me. With fiery red eyes, facial deep scars and a crooked smile, stood the despicable Travor. For a casual Tuesday nothing was new except an exquisite perfume that impregnated the atmosphere. Had I hit the ground so hard that I could not differentiate the boys’ manly stench from an expensive perfume? Or was it the old subject teacher? No, something was up. I stumbled up and fumbled for my broken watch.
At first sight, she was an impacable lady. After five minutes of verbal boxing my tormentors, a trio of cunning boys who had withstood the most bitter remonstration and demonstration, burst into tears. Wait, our legendary school boarding master; a plus sized mountain of man had failed to break them, when was I going to wake up? This was too good to be true. A stinging clap sent Travor reeling to the hot sandy ground. With a motherly smile, welcoming eyes she gazed at me and said,” Everything is going to be alright.” I went from winning school competitions to gaining district fame before qualifying for provincial acknowledgement. I am certain heaven is missing one of its angels because SHE IS AN ARMY!!!