You take a step out into the sunlight and the heat immediately engulfs you, scene is familiar and you recognise where you are – it dawns on you just as the warmth of the sun seeps into your dark clothing .
Don’t let it distract you.
Look for them.
In the heat of summer, a boy who thought he was a man and a young woman who thought herself a girl meet in the shadows of a concrete jungle establishment.
More clearly than ever seen them before, you watch them intently from where you are. And just like you remembered, you see the joy and excitement in each of their familiar faces and a glow from the weather that day.
You watch their awkward greet. They don’t hug even though they’d like to and you know that this was just another instance where they would never get the express their joy of seeing each other by the way of touching. But just as you follow them as they walk down the street, you notice how they nudge each other’s shoulders as they walk side by side. It is almost infuriating and you liken them to mad little indecisive magnets. The mirth is your laugh does not meet your eyes.
When they stop, you stop and you know why. You catch up to them until you are right behind them. They don’t know where they’re going because they can’t decide where they’d like to spend their time together.
This is not an attractive trait.
Frustrated, you walk to café you know they will end up and wait. When they finally arrive, you see him wait for her to enter first then after a long time, buy her a iced tea.
Watching them at their little tall table from behind the counter, you see the way she grasps her purse on her lap and the way he slouches on his stool. It’s clear that her animation enchants him. But what you didn’t notice the first time around was that whenever the passer-bys through the window distracted her, he always took the chance to take in all the details of the way she was, just as she was, in that very moment.
As you realise this, you cannot look at them again. You walk around the counter and walk right passed them, out the door and out into the light. You walk up the street and cross the road. Back into the shadows, you take off your dark clothing.
Hera was conceived immaculately. At least, that’s the way her Grandma would joke about it. One time she got a simple exercise in kindergarten wrong and it made her mother cry. Hera was Dux of her primary school. Hera never knew her father but suspected she had served him at the supermarket she worked at when she was 14. She bought her first car from her grandmother at 19 but it broke down when she turned 20. Hera lost her virginity to the man next door because she loved him; at least she thought she did. When Hera married his brother, her first love was the best man. She died before either of them. They would tell her nephew it was because one day, she laughed too much.
whitewash dulled the sky
cold and still, over the land;
the birds travel south
The Frog Prince
There once was a princess, unlike any other,
whose beauty awed the sun and temper knew no mother.
Her favourite trick was throwing up a golden ball,
Until one day she could not control its fall.
When much to her dismay, she found it lost in a pond,
Her desperation made for her with a frog, a bond.
Though empty her heart, her king made her comply
To the oath her lips had made when she really meant to lie.
The frog was to be a companion, a bed fellow, an always present friend,
The horror the spoilt princess seemed like it’d know no savoured end.
Until one day her disgust arose so high it began to consume her all,
She raged bright red and ended up throwing the frog against the wall.
And that was when the frog became true form in handsome prince,
and although she then could have loved him, he had left her ever since.
Now I wish I could say that she then turned hideous and ended up alone
That her father disapproved so much she banished her from his throne,
But honestly pretty people hardly ever end up this way…
She probably cried for a second before a suitor swept her away.
It is a flower. It was a flower. Now it is just debris. This photo is the only thing that is left of it for it is more than five years old and it represents more than just a flower by the window, it is a cut off of a bigger more beautiful plant and it is was violently plastered across a taxi window, a victim to the elements. It is the bright innocent thing in a world of grey humidity, its green and pink now another plant’s colours.
Naps are better
Put a lid on it.
“… and so now that they’re both gone, I have to be the mum, dad and slave for my own stupid brother. And I have learned that it is actually a cruel curse to be a domestic goddess!”
“You’re such a drama queen.”
“I am. But seriously, I have to do all these things. My mum doesn’t trust anyone else in our kitchen.”
“Surely your brother can help out…”
“He can’t, even if he tried.”
“He can’t be that bad…”
“He can be and he is…”
“Really? Surely he can clean up… or you know… cook rice…”
“Didn’t I tell you about the last time my brother tried to cook?”
“If you did, I can’t remembered it.”
“Oh well, maybe I haven’t told you…”
“Really? That bad?”
“He wanted to make soup in a pot over the stove and ended up burning half our kitchen before the fire brigade came.”
“Oh my god, that is hilarious! Your poor mum!”
“Yeah She was livid! And you know the worst part about it?”
“There’s a worse part? Oh my god… ”
“My brother is screaming his head off, right… and the fireman rushes in, looks at the royal mess my brother’s done to a beautiful kitchen, walks up to the stove and puts the lid on the pot.”
“HAHA! What the fu-”
“I know! All my brother had to do was put a lid on it… isn’t he smart?”
PLEASE BUY THE FOLLOWING, DAD!
~ 2 Dozen Eggs (the free range kind, please… we shouldn’t pay for chickens to suffer, remember that doco we watches last week?)
~ 3 sticks of UNSALTED butter (they’re the ones wrapped in foil or paper, 250grams. No tub butter!)
~ Vanilla Essence – Queens brand please
~ 1 packet of marshmallows (the one that comes in the pink packet, with the different coloured marchmallows)
~ Coffee Biccies (Arnott’s please… none of that plain black and white generic stuff)
~ Organic Strawberries ( remember the label has to say ORGANIC)
~ Homebrand Cocoa Powder (I know there’s still some at home but PLEASE BUY IT WE ARE RUNNING OUT!)
~ 2 bags of choc bits (Nestle brand)
~ 2 slabs of Lindt cooking chocolate (THIS MUST BE LINDT OK)
~ 500ml Thickened Cream (Dairy Farmer’s)
Thank you, Daddy! Remember you aren’t allowed to buy ANY GENERIC BRANDS! If you do, your bday cake will be gross.
Waris Dirie was born in 1965 in Somali. She first became known as a model in Great Britain after fleeing an arranged marriage in Somali and is also an actress, author and human right activist. In 1997, she abandoned her modeling career to become a UN Special Ambassador for the Elimination of Female Genital Mutilation.
I watched in horror as the dark figure outside the window proceeded to break every bit of glass until he was able to enter my home. It started in my stomach, fear and dread, so cold and disabling. I couldn’t move, I just watched his swift hands tear away the thin glass, my only protection here. Every now and again, my eyes darted to his. I could see his light eyes through the holes of his mask, watching me hungrily as I stood paralysed.
Had I seen him before? I could not recall…
“Why didn’t you wait for me? I have followed you all across Europe for you. Get inside, you unfaithful whore!”
I had seen him before hadn’t I? Somewhere…
He shoved me into the corridor, I felt him drag my feet along the carpet. He told me to do as he said. He told me not to scream. But I did anyway.
He hit me. And hit me again. He was so angry. So fierce. My limbs were still so frozen, so unable to fight for myself. I watched in horror as he attacked my body.
I thought I was safe, away from Somali. And I realised that night that I would never be free of the evils of this world and that I was a fool to ever think anything otherwise.
z3217544 Tamryn Bennett 4pm Wednesday Tute