The Perfect World…
I am writing this from the point where I strongly believe it all started, a time when life was great! I was a relaxed person, and had an approach to life that was so different from others…however, it was very unfortunate that this life was shrouded by idealistic dreams and belief. I lived in an imaginary world, a movie, I lived the perfect, carefree life.
It was a hot day just like any other and I had just walked down the towering flight of stairs from my classroom and headed towards the forecourt… The forecourt was the coliseum, it was a huge circular, paved field, fenced in with a sturdy BRC fence and a stage on the uppermost circumference. This was the area where all my fellow schoolmates congregated. It was where games of “catch” would be played a game where an outcast was knighted the position of “it” and was forced to pace up to the “normal” children and catch them, by catching them he would be dethroned of this awkward position and redeemed as a normal person again… Although it was a child’s game it had very negative attributes, it taught children to single out people who were less capable than others. It is sad to see at such a young age we could stamp invalid on someone’s forehead. No thought was given to this because we were naïve. And it was just a simple game, it was subconscious, and we rarely took that attitude in real life situations anyway. We often came across students who seemed different but we always accepted them. And at the age where the slander would have been committed the school was very stern about it. It was nice going to a private primary school. It was more than just a school to me, it was a sanctuary, a place where I was loved and felt safe. I was among different genders and races, there was a balance. It was unlike a government school that deprived young boys of the opposite sex… although in reality those were the boys who knew more about girls than us. I never really took on girls until I wore big boy clothes, in my school you wore checkered clothes until standard 2. It wasn’t an obsession with girls or the need for sex but it was just mere infatuation.
I liked several girls but I never really took the time to start any relationship or anything like that, I wasn’t that important to me in any case if liked someone I wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. I knew about girls but I didn’t know about affection, I never kissed a girl or anything like that so I didn’t know. The first day of standard 2 was like any other first day. Children would come to school early and pick seats that was close to their friends soon enough to find out they had to be moved.
They would also be a lot of children opening their books and sniffing the newness out of them as it were some sort of flower, making strange comments such as “ahhh I love the smell of new book!” or “hmm I like this smell, nothing beats the smell of fresh book” Although It was weird as I look at it now, it was a firstday ritual to smell your books. The first day felt great because I had on my new clothes and I was upstairs, these were simple joys that a lot of people took for granted, being upstairs. I would reach home a sometimes meet my grandmother washing someone’s hair gossiping about politics or sharing strong critiques against a certain matter that eventually led to a government whether it be foreign or local. I would stay in the salon a while and pitch what I had to say or say nothing and head to my room put down my books and draw. That was my quiet time a time where I was able to create a world of my own, a world that I lived in, everything in which I drew was perfect, a world that people would die for.