Confused Destiny

Confused Destiny

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This is a story of a south African girl, lost in her little world and wants to be happy, and leave joyfully like every girl out there, but unknowingly to her she was destined to be greater than she expects. ***Don't miss the adventure of rethabile as she tackles the challenge of life at a young age......

Chapter 1 My life

Rethabile!!!!!! Why are you standing there staring at me? you are too slow, come and take these things to the kitchen...... hmm am used to my mom's nagging voice,I don't know if it's a crime to take your time while walking and besides I don't like the kitchen because it stinks.

If only I can say what I feel inside,but I can't anyway, it's good to respect elders first before respecting your decisions, especially when they help you,and besides my mom provides food and shelter for me and I need them to survive so who am I to talk back at her.

Taking the things to the kitchen many thoughts stormed my head,I need to wash my uniform I have exams tomorrow,I haven't read my books. Suddenly I became sad,I remembered I might not write my exams because I haven't paid my school fees for the term.

That's my life,I can't stress my mom too much. It's been ten years since my dad died living me and my siblings in this cruel world. My situation is better,I can't say I miss him because I don't remember him. He died when I was two years old.

Thinking about how I will leave my current situation and leave like my mate, socialization is one of my problems, I find it hard to communicate. I just watch how people pass and smile at each other , wishing I would one day be able to make friends and think less of my family financial status,a familiar voice settled me Reth!!!!Why are you staring at the window, and still standing at the entrance of the kitchen? Why can't you be like your brother,you are a lady crying out loud, how will you survive in your husband's house?

She always talk about my husband's house like a twelve year old girl would want to get married,I know not lazy I just like doing things my own way and on a slow pace,well if I want to be like my mate I have to act like them.

I wore my slippers I don't like dirt though I seems like a taboo in a typical African home,my mom would always tell me how I acted different as a child,she said I cried a lot, thereby scaring anyone who want to get close to me,maybe that's why I have no friends.

I walked into the kitchen ,with a little smile on my face thinking about how I will tell my future friends about my childhood, and always imagined how they would react to my naughty behaviors. I would tell them how I tried packing out of the house with no specific direction when I was five years old, because I wanted to be with my mom,or how I threw my brother's cloth into a deep put because I was angry he didn't wash my clothes as expected.

After thinking of all this things I let myself enjoy this thoughts,while laughing I didn't notice my mom staring at me and calling me,I wouldn't have noticed anyway I was lost in my world of temporary happiness,so far the only thing that makes me happy is daydreaming and being able to win mostly in competition,I would always tell myself that I must win an award academically, before I die.

Looking at my mom's angry and confused face, knowing fully well what would happen next,I prepared myself for a deafening sound..... Rethabile!! why are you laughing I have been calling you,what are you thinking about,I am totally convinced that's there's something wrong with you,you must be a Witch,will you get out of the kitchen I just pity you,you won't survive anywhere in this world,you are just weak and extremely lazy, I have heard that word a billion times so It doesn't affect me that much.

When it comes to using of words my mom is always brutal with it,it's her way of being honest with anyone to need to hide anything.

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