PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

My Space: My Place! My precious life began inside a blob of mucous: like a tiny seed inside fertile ground. I became matter and occupied space right inside my mother’s womb. Every step my mother took with me after conception, became my step. If my dear mom coughed it became apparently hard to count that as one. I got officially recognized and my feet planted on the ground on the day I was delivered to these shores. Whether you get this or not, God punctured my space and my place in the atmosphere thus adding my name to the list of the living! Hello. You just can’t dismiss me and write off my name from the roll of the living. I am down here through the water, blood, and spirit. In case you didn’t know this, here’s from me free of charge. Open your ears and listen up well now. God breathed into my mother’s womb right in the second my father’s seed collided with the prized runaway egg. Stay with me now. Can you count? At this stage of my yet-to-be life; I am already spirit...

Fantasy! Fantasy is like dreaming with your eyes wide open and 100% fully aware of your immediate surroundings. You notice everyone, but don't truly see them. You hear all these voices like the four winds all going at once in four directions. Hey, why does it feel like I am standing stuck in the middle of the crossroads? Why are all these people ignoring my presence as if I were invisible like a ghostly figure? Wow! Clouds are flying lower than usual today, I can even touch them with my hand! What a day—I want to ride the clouds. Fantasy is the only thing left next to reality when all hope is gone. This is my one last spare parachute to break my fall when my castle in the sky comes crashing down! Oh kid, did I tell you that when my heart and soul are in this undetectable mode, nobody can hear my screams during my free fall? Fantasy. A benefit of this habitat is that you can always regain your footing, no matter how often you fall. Did you know that fantasy is t...

Ivan! Most things in life, like celebrations, come and go as they will. Even friendship between close friends dries up and dies like they never even took place. Friends forgetting friends, is only human and happens all the time. Why? Because people move on with their lives and forget what’s left behind! In my life as a lower grade pupil, I still have lingering memories I shared with my friend. Would you believe me if I told you that our life-long friendship stretches from childhood . Ivan and I were in the same grade.  I used to stop by Ivan’s house every school day to fetch him. Incredibly, Ivan lived only 100 meters from our school, but I never recall finding Ivan ready and waiting. Instead, I had to wait for Ivan as his mother checked him and made sure he was good to go. Ivan and I went separate ways when we got promoted to start high school. After this, we completely lost each other even when we were staying in the same area. Days, weeks, months, and years flew past over our he...