The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

As said "people come in your life for a reason if not for a reason for a season, if not for a season for a life time. My name is Samkelisiwe and this Is just a beginning...

Year 2019, a year that is never to be forgotten. I mean that was my matric year!The end of my minor academic journey. As a teenager I had a companion a friend, a sister. Otherwise she dissappeared in thin air. We fought I just couldn't take the pain no more! I couldnt bare being pretended on. We had life for the faint hearted. I mean how could one??? .... I'll rather not go into depth with it.

As said in my mother's tougue "sibaxolela begaxolisanga senzela thina ukuthi siphole". 8 September 2019 this day has to be written in history books. No what I mean is September as a whole yet till October. Those were bloody months for me.

So my story lies here! High School I would give myself a "credit" and say I was one of the smart learners . As for pure Maths, that was my bed time story. Not to brag but my maths teacher was just a definition of Mr Algebra himself. The real thunder started just after I got my matric trial academic results. That afternoon at school there was some sort of a church ceremony for matriculants as we heading to our final exams. The night I got home my body started acting all funny I was extremely tired all of the sudden.....

I told my mom about it but she thought I was just lazy to do house chores. That night I went straight to bed, I couldn't bare the pain anymore. As days went by I couldn't attend those maths and science class that were given out at school for our final exam preparations. I had to stay at home, my body didn't allow me to stand up and do anything that was in motion. Things were hectic. I told one of my classmates that there was something going on at home so I can't make it to any lesson. I asked her to take some work for me. Well she kinda knew that I was lying and that there was no reason I would skip school for "home reasons".

One day before I had to write my English final exam it was very difficult for me to study, I could hardly touch a book as for that, my body didn't allow me. That day I was super tired but there was nothing I could do but study. I took a pillow and went to my parents bedroom sat on the bed, thinking I would feel much better in a different location. Well as for me nothing changed. I stood up taking a break from my studying. I felt wet from the back. I thought maybe it was sweat. I took off my shirt that I was wearing to see what it was.

I was BLEEDING! Yes it was blood. I had red sores from my back as for that I was home alone, I started panicking, I mean it was very strange. I took a picture and sent it to my English teacher. A lovely soul she was, she went and asked the school principal to allow me come with the pillow to school. I mean the pillow helped me sit up straight and feel much more comfortable. I never pictured my final exam in this way!

The pain became more worse. My mom had no idea what to do with me anymore. She shared my story with one of the ladies she worked with. Apparently one of them was a prophet and volunteered to me make a "intambo" which was red and white. I was told never to take it out EVER!!!!!Am still wearing it even now as we talk.

She told my mom that when she was busy doing it she was showed by her "God's" that there was a book of mine that was stolen and is being used to make me writing and read the opposite of what was written in the exams papers. She told my mom that I was even lucky that am writing I was not supposed to be writing my exams. When my mom told me that I felt like quitting. I was like "why should I go write when I know am gone fail".