When my alarm went off I just wished that I could stay in bed forever and that time could just stand still be it for a moment. The thing with time is that when your execution is near it seems to move so fast. When something good is coming your way it seems to drag on forever. With my impending death versus my trip away I am sure even time took a moment for it was confused which one to take.
My parents are both teachers in Mooi River halfway between Johannesburg and Durban. Funerals are the order of the day as almost all girls from here who moved to either Johannesburg or Durban seem to die mysteriously. Those who do not die, thank God, bring back their babies here because they say life is too expensive and fast to raise a baby there because they never seem to want their babies. Funny enough these girls when they come back they all seem so expensive with Brazilian, Peruvian and Malaysian weaves that I am told are worth five thousand rand a piece. Is Peruvia a country by the way? And their lips have so much lip gloss it shines from a mile away. The grandparents go around with their grandchildren with pride but we all know the shame it brings when your daughter brings home a fatherless child for this is KwaZulu Natal after all.