“Sit down Sim!’ Mrs Tamane bellowed. Simon Khabadiso was the tallest and darkest boy in the class. He hardly ever went unnoticed. He had a huge smile on his face as he peered over to the other side of the class to another boy who, had also stood up, ready to make the dash for the door to start off their celebrations. Gift Artiswo was the shortest; a bright boy with eagerness for learning. He and Sim were always seen together. The one couldn’t do without the other. And so they became known as mathe nolwimi, inseparable like the tongue and saliva. They were like blood brothers. The biggest void for Sim was that he didn’t have a dad. Simon’s father had gone missing a few years after his birth. He never knew his father. He had been told many stories about his father but that was all he had to go on. Relaxing in the shade of a giant Kokerboom, Sims enticed Arts with some information. “Ey, boy, you know that Khanyisa is throwing a party tonight hey? We should go, man. Kgotso said he’s going and he even got us some of that witblitz man.” “Are you crazy? I’II go to that bash but I’m not going anywhere near that stuff, man,” Arts retorted, “that’s dangerous staff. I’ve heard that they throw battery acid into it to give it a bit of a boost.” “Mfwethu, we are big boys now. We should have a good time besides, I’ve already taken a little from Kgotso after school,” Sims said in return. This upset Arts and he started making his way back to the location. As Sim flipped himself up from the ground to catch his scrawny friend, he felt a sharp pain in his head that made him yelp, catching the attention of Arts, but who did not turn back to enquire what was wrong. Sims eventually got home and went to lie down in the shadow his father had built. There he fell into a deep sleep. He was never to make it to the party. The summer that ended his primary school career also ended many of his hopes and dreams. A bright boy with a bright future now living in a dark world. Blind and regretful
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