The funerals went by quicker than I expected . I think it was because we never really believed this was happening. My sister and I ended up swallowing our prides and helping out. The tension was thick throughout the preparations and I wished the Earth could swallow me whole. Everything started softening up on the day of the funeral. I found myself crying my eyeballs out while my step-cousin made a speech in front of the whole congregation (so much for someone who apparently had no emotion). My step-dad was emotionless(as usual) throughout the whole ceremony. I cleaned up after the funeral and went back home when everyone was gone. I had to make sure Mvelo was okay since his uncle was going to be buried the following day.
"How was the funeral?How are you?" ,he texted back after my greeting. "It went well..I'm a big girl" ,I answered.."Are YOU okay..?Since tomorrow is the day?" ,I continued. "Yea..I'll be alright.." ,was his response. We ended up staying awake most of the night while he told me stories of his uncle on call (Yes ,I called him..I don't like making calls butttt I had to okay ,I had to). "He was always there for me..Always.." ,he said with a rather lower than usual voice. " I guess I could confidently say he was the father I never had. He was the only one who understood me in every angle ,and he never judged me..I still don't believe he's gone..", he continued. We stayed in comfortable silence after that ,just letting the silence do the talking . What's the meaning of death anyway? I know everyone always asks the "What's the meaning of life" question..but what about death?Why do we have to die?I'm not talking about the 'tired of life' kind of death..I'm talking about the meaning of death itself..(Okay this book is not that deep so let's just skip this for another day ,alright:). We decided to end the call since the emotions were too high. The following day also went quicker and sadder since Mvelo declined my call offer after the funeral. I understood and gave him some space. I then got my school things in order since the following day was Monday.
"We're writing a test tomorrow so please read through these handouts I'm giving you right now ", my Life Sciences teacher called out while passing out papers on the first row. We all groaned in annoyance at the thick bundle of pages that were now scattered all over our desks.."We didn't learn about this though" ,called out someone from the back of the class. It's probably Mike ,the class clown and the laziest when it comes to schoolwork. "These are your marks people ", our teacher started while glancing at our class clown who suddenly became busy with the papers. "It's really up to you..Whether you want to go to grade 11 or you want to be the uncle of the class ". She then took her things and exited the class before time (as always). We all knew the drill when it came to Mrs Roberts. She provided us with notes ,class works and homeworks while we did the studying and learning by ourselves. She had recently took over from Mr Mzizi who was our previous Life Sciences teacher who also took over from Mr Smith our other previous Life Sciences teacher. Yeah ,we've had our fair share of teachers thank you very much. The first two teachers were actually pretty good ,given the fact that I felt pretty confident and asked questions like 99.9% of the time. I still laugh at how Mr Smith's face would change after realizing that my questions were never-ending. It was kinda unfair on him (I later realized) since he was still a student teacher(shame) butttt I'd rather die like the cat than be quiet , sorry. "So what's up?" ,Khanyi (my best friend) unexpectedly said while turning her seat to face me. I closed my Life Sciences textbook since it was almost impossible to focus in this noisy class of mine and turned my attention to her. "It was okay I guess..",I answered back avoiding talking about the funeral. We never really talked a lot about our private lives and it was comfortable that way. The thing that made us grow so close was the fact that we had similar dreams and we basically had the same mindset. We got along pretty well and I liked how free I could be in her presence (I also liked the fact that we could play our music so loud on the weekends while roaming around the streets without a care in the world..ahhh memories). I remember this one time when our families had fed us up and we wanted out. We were so determined with finding boarding schools for ourselves it was actually funny. We ended up involving the school into helping us with funding and stuff..that's just how determined we were. And that's what also impressed me. We were a team and could do anything and everything we set our mind to doing ,together. That's when we grew closer and closer and now ,we're inseparable. Don't ask me how the boarding school issue ended..I don't wanna talk about it *sniffs*.. Okay I'll talk about it..*sniffs again*..Well one of the teachers that was supposed to help us out ended up giving us a lecture about how unsafe it may be to do this ,how we may be abducted and stuff like that..urghh..she probably didn't want to do this from the start but just didn't know how to say it..It's fine though..It's fine.. Anyways my phone died before after school and I had to walk the whole way without any ear suffocation..The road felt like it was getting longer with every step I took plus the sun wasn't doing me any justice. I stopped by my other friend's house (Yea I have a lot of friends..-_-but one best friend!Remember that!). Isabel had been my friend from Primary School since now but we kinda grew apart along the years. She was still supportive though since she knew most of the stuff that was happening at home. I then later went home and started studying.
A while later I decided to start cooking since I saw some groceries on the counter. Maybe things were going to change now and maybe he finally realized his faults. I didn't dish up since no one was back yet. I then went back to my room and continued with my heated conversation with Mvelo about having a martial arts fight when we meet. I asked him to teach me first before actually having the fight(since my fists couldn't even hurt a fly) but he was having none of it. The door opened and my step-dad got in with his girlfriend. I waited for them to enter their and went to the kitchen to dish up for them. "Don't bother dishing up for us..We don't wanna die just yet" ,the girlfriend said with a tint of attitude just as I was about to dish up. We're being accused of killing people now? I'm pretty sure she didn't mean my food tasted horrible as they always complimented it when we first moved here. Things were still good by then. I dropped everything and went to my room. Laughter soon followed from the other room. What was so funny?!Do they enjoy doing this? What's wrong with them..?!Are they-
Ting!A notification got in..Mvelo had sent a song. "I'm a bit rough around the edges but I hope you'll like it.." ,was the message he sent below it. I put my headphones on and listened to it. "You didn't tell me you could sing?!" ,I texted back after recovering from a minute of shock. "Well you never asked.." ,he simply answered back. "This is good..it's really good..Don't tell me the guitar was also played by you?!" ,I texted. "The guitar was also played by me" ,he replied back(cocky much-_-). I ended up finding out about other instruments he could play and things he could do. I was actually impressed. "Why though? Why so many things? " ,I asked clearly awestruck. "I just want to be resourceful to my family ". Now this was a response you didn't get everyday. I ended up sleeping after a long ass conversation with my new favorite song on repeat.
I woke up pretty energized the next morning. This was something I was getting used to since Mvelo came along. The sky seemed more beautiful every morning. The birds chirping was more melodic. Everyone always seemed to have a smile on their face. Everything was just perfect. My self esteem was just up there. And I enjoyed this new feeling I was having. I enjoyed how he made me change from 'Anti-social Pamela to 'Always happy Pamela' .Regardless of anything that was happening I was always jolly. And it showed. I just hoped I also had the same effect on him so he'd also feel good and let go of everything.