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If You Could Change into Your Favourite Character

 " A man and a woman cannot survive without love that is for sure.  When they live for a system, they lose their love and life." ViJi. My Favourite Character for me to change into? Used Canva frame Change into a Cartoon Character      Here is a dichotomy in this question. Is it a favourite character I have created, or someone else.? It wouldn't be a problem if the question were to choose my favourite character. There is no scarcity of characters I like, from the books I have read, the films I have watched, and the cartoons I have enjoyed.       I would have listed Tom, Jerry, and Donald Duck. There are a lot of advantages to watching cartoons-- you learn morals like loving your neighbours, being kind and compassionate to others and much more. So, I could provide a bucket list of reasons for loving them.       But the question here is if I could change into them. How would I transform into those forms and sizes, adapt their voices and be funny, imaginative, naughty, and ex

A Disobedient Boy

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"Ngozi didn't do his work," Thandi shouted loud for the entire class to hear. She did it deliberately to make him look small, everybody knew it, and accordingly, they all turned their heads to peek in his direction and giggle.  Thiry pairs of eyes shamed him gave Thandi a sort of prideful satisfaction. Then she turned to the teacher, standing on one other side of the classroom. One more second, she stood there, then walked forward to arrange the homework books she had collected from the rest of the learners on the teacher's desk.  While doing that, she glanced at Ngozi a few times shaking her head to express her disapproval of Ngozi's laziness.  The teacher thought she was acting teacher and ignored her.

It was a Monday, after a long weekend, everyone in the class had got enough time to complete their homework. 

Ngozi sat lowering his eyes onto the desk in front of him.  The teacher walked up to him, and seeing her he stood up. His shirt a frayed one colour not even close to the school uniform had the torn front part of the collar falling out of it. Trouser twice his size was torn at the knee. Instead of the school blazer, he had a dirty overcoat.  His class teacher might have felt pity for him for not sending him back home that morning for changing into proper uniform.  

His hair was dirty unwashed matted and mud-stained.  He was adamant, looked away from the teacher as though counting the number of vehicles speeding along the road in front of the school.

"You and Thandi are coming from the same home.  Why don't you two work together?" Teacher asked.  In reply, his eyes shot a fireball at Thandi. 

The teacher had heard from other teachers in the staffroom that they both had different mothers, his mother had passed away and Thandi's mother had just allowed his to stay with her.  And while she bought the school uniforms and other learning stuff for Thandi, just neglected Ngozi.  

"He doesn't like working with me," Thandi said giving the rest of the class a reason to laugh. 

As the waves of their laugh crashed onto the classroom wall, Thandi came out of his seat and walked out of the classroom.  

"Teacher, have you seen he has disobeyed you." Thandi stood up looking in the direction  Ngozi disappeared. 

"Yeah, I have seen that Thandi, now can you tell your mother to come see me tomorrow in the afternoon."

Thandi looked down, the sparkle and the shine in her big eyes suddenly disappeared.  
"Will you?" The teacher looked at Thandi who shook her head slowly in agreement. 

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging challenge.  

This is my fifth post in the series. #writetribeproblogger







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