SA hear my voice – The old way

We thought that Mr. Ramaphosa gave us a bonus holiday -3 weeks at home will not be a problem. Little did we know how much we were about to lose.

I miss stealing a netball from a good pass from the opposite team. Not having a chance to smash a goal in hockey or making a long pass for a whole year. I missed being active and focused with my team, being locked out from that made me more exited that we might play this year. When we get the chance, we will play our hearts out.

I missed being on a real holiday. With my family, but not at home. Going to the ocean feels like a dream now, almost as if I have never seen it. I will run as fast as I can, crashing into the waves and a few waves crashing into me. Want to dig my toes into the warm sand and smell fresh ocean air. Making new friends that you only remember for that week but are BFF’s. Road trip for 7 hours is a small price to pay for some time away.

Being in grade 7 we already missed so much, there was a Veldskool planned that failed and a prefect camp that was in the end, an afternoon in the school hall. It would have been a lot of memories made, that will not happen now, wish I could go.

Small things I miss the most. Seeing my friends laughing without a mask. Actually, giving someone a hug because I haven’t seen them since yesterday. Walking into a place without knowing my exact body temperature, answering silly questions, and washing my hands with pool chemicals.

I wish we can go back, but for now I pray that one day we will do things the old way.

by Chelsy-Ava Botha