My first time tale in Port Elizabeth

by Mondli Ndatshe (South Africa)

I didn't expect to find South Africa

The big gemors escalates the moment, one says “don’t tell anyone”. For what reason do you neglect to remain quiet about it, the minute it achieves your psyche? .And I for one, not intend to spring out this story. Shhh! Do not get ahead of yourself I’m just letting you into a secret and I hope those ears have no too much wax. I’ve heard of Port Elizabeth and its festivities way before I set my foot in the place. It kinda stole my heart, the stories I used to hear about The Bay, how delightful it is to walk from Govan Mbeki strolling discreetly to achieve Pier 14. Standing at Donkin Reserve zooming the beauty of nature, clear view of sea, beautiful, long buildings with various colour painting schemes which gives forth Summerstrand the beautiful lady she is. The Bay has its proverb, “alambathwa lambathwa ngabalaziyo”. This proverb has turned into a reality and I've seen it in the area, Central the supervisor of all the rubbish. It’s a significant immense and occupied area, brimming with students, specialists, vagabonds, the individuals who don't go to class, to work and works by pursuing us. Furthermore, our siblings and sisters from Africa, and they manage Central, regardless of whether you are in Western Road or Parliament Street. Oh no! Did I just mentioned Parliament Street? Eish before I come up with the tendency to romanticize abounds. The battle in Central helps me to remember the dear residence young lady that I haven't seen. In spite of the fact that I have not seen her, her name is Lisa. It is her first time in varsity. Lord save my soul, if she can ever taste the waters of Café Loxion in Parliament a big nonsense can happen. I wish I could take your mind for a walk to her background however my words are drained and they require some rest. In varsity they are not lying when they say "struggle is practical", perhaps it is a result of a decision made. She goes to classes at NMMU. She looks calm and a young lady of 18 years. She dwells in one of the student accommodation surrounding Central in Havelock Street. Few inches of a middle height and light in complexion made her appearance. She is an African offspring, her black big hair which has grown to be an Afro painted her beauty on that oval shaped face. You can easily seer her soul through her smile, she paints a ray of sunshine all over her face. From her actions you can see a well-mannered young lady. She makes friends in Summerstrand. Like being asked to enter a dark hole without knowing what’s inside. On her friend’s chill sessions, men, cars, money, expensive bottle of liquor will most likely be a subject and less or none about school stuff. When I was still part of bible union, 2010. We had a slogan “In life you win or lose by the way you choose”. She started feeling the warmth of the blanket called ibhayi . End user is one of her modules and she finds it difficult with Microsoft office, I don’t want to say this but Microsoft Excel showed her fire, and she started to excel in Friday nights. One of those dry Thursday she was in her room lying with her back, both hands on WhatsApp going about her business. In reality her friends were baiting the young lady's heart over WhatsApp for a pre-weekend of the week night out. She rapidly washed up and puts the clothes that she just wears on unique occasions. She looked herself in the mirror and she looked herself in the mirror again and the confidence began growing up to a young woman like a mixture in a warm situation. Click! Click! Click! Clicks of high heel shoes on marble floors echoing off of granite walls that melted Lisa’s heart.