9/11 The day of revelation

The son of Zamkhaya and Nosapho Mathentamo born in the mists of the former Transkei, while he's from eXhora, seemingly living two lives, has transcended into a profoundly influenced teenager. He has always been a rural and an urban boy hankering for the authorization of the former, these are his last days in uMzimkhulu. He has had mixed events that have had great influence into how he views or considers about the world. He has experienced hardships with  mature people, has had no ferventness of ever befriending his age group, has done and lived through the fringes of the 'criminal' world, been loved dearly by ‘thugs’, has always believed in being tough and detached as a man should be even though he has been known to be soft. He yields to this personal foe by inflicting pain on other pupils just so he can feel manlier. He has been taunted for having a church loving family hated church for that, stroke the bell as instructed ran through the forest to avoid attending it only coming back faced with the fear of catching a beating, but felt escaping was worth it rather than being teased as a soft church boy. He has witnessed racism unaware, teachers’ comments about good past times where there was no need to pretend to stand for these intolerant bad behaving 'black' children and government leaders fully incompetent, 'these are your leaders' they would say. He rebelled every chance he got endured the punishment for the greater the pain the greater the cause and satisfaction. He hated school the loathing of young or peer authority was his reason for looking forward to school, because he knew that tormenting them gave him such joy that he wouldn't dare miss their misery. He was certain where ever he went there was division, whether tribal or racial, between the religious or pagan, educated or non-educated, rich or poor, class divisions, and any slight difference. He played and enjoyed good times with people of different tribes or race without noticing the difference, although it became apparent with time and age. 

On the day when the twin towers crumbled to the ground he met Osama Bin Laden in person; so it felt. A television stand came in; their hearts were filled with bliss he is sure, because they knew no school or learning but screen conquering the battle of imagination an eye for laser flash. The stand made it crystal clear to them, they knew less about life on that day it became barefaced, on that day it dawned to them or to him that one nation's disaster could be inherited by other nations like theirs. They saw planes crashing into enormous buildings, people were flying out of these buildings there was thick smoke all over thicker than the forest fires he had lived to see, and there was chaos. They didn't know why, but for the next week or two if his recollection is correct, they will know. The television stand with few narrations in between will tell the entire story, and it became known to him that it was different from what the screen at home presented. It gave a detailed story as to why would people blast themselves; all because of Jihad. In that day he knew off a world beyond, bullying extending beyond the play ground, retaliation so vast and bizarre that it made no match with the retaliation he knew. The world seemed to be in tears, but the narration and screen was filled with justification and anger. He listened to the screen and narrations more than the screen at home and he looked forward to its story day by day.

On that day a lot dawned to him, he wanted to know beyond the visible amongst the masses, to think different no matter what, not to be driven by group thinking, and most importantly he knew there was a bigger world out there beyond his horizon, but astonishingly was as miniature as it could be since it could not escape his hands' ability. He was to leave Ixopo and uMzimkhulu as a person who is on the quest for the truth, for something different from what we praise everyday as fundamental for our existence. He would fall in love with difference and the frowned upon, he would believe in the goodness of the 'deviant' acts of mankind. He would realize that men are driven by ideals and fantasies, there will be those who would have voices within them they would listen and follow these voices, sometimes frustratingly to become legendary or crazy. But he knew of an indelible power which is throughout the whole universe, the power of nature.