My stupid bookish life

One suny promising day, I waked up to be welcomed with the unusual orange sunshine gleaming through my window, I yawned as i waked up to embrace the light. Haven’t set the alarm yesterday, it was all good, sunday was my off day, they don’t expect me today, no and never, a man needs a little time to gather up his healthy and carry on, for God’s sake he’s not a machine, like the typewriter i owned and whacked time and over during my spare time.
I worked as a librarian, Haven jointer avenue, just opposite a small canteen that have two entrance, the one on the front and the other on the back, it was a good strategy, never to miss any customer travelling on any of the two streets. I walked there, every work’s day, got myself a meatloaf, with a cream soda to go with and few gums to chew through the day.
The library was the oldest grotesque of all the town’s building, though we the library workers tried our best to keep the inside clean and neat as far as we could, the odd strange reflection of the outside was enough of humour mingled with a legacy of excitting history, that many school teens often charm and haunt one another with, every time and then you could hear that Spencer the town nurse’s son has got a degree or that Monica the farmers daughter has gone abroad with a diploma in philosophy.Partly most of these achievements came from hard studying. The library could be closed at ten nigh to midnight and for sure it could be busy to ten, some of these teens you could have to wake with cold water pouring on their faces from a glass or slap, just a bit and teasingly.
‘Up–up–up, you’ve got classes to attend tomorrow!’ That’s how i often waked them up and i enjoyed them as a part time writer myself, the library had it all that i required to be succesful.
It was named Shakespeare memorial library, as the former founder folks have called it, the roof was occupied with endless nests, ravens, doves, spiders and squirrels that jumps on the roof from cypress trees overshadowing a great portion of the building, on the back of it, there was a huge crack that the foreman had hired builders three times to try to fix, but the crack was somewhat stuborn, it cracked again and again still.
Ruin or ran it over with a bulldozer and build a new one, the city council minister had ordered before and his article went top on that day’s newspaper and i asked myself, what’s wrong with keeping something that preserves a magnificent history like this building, yep i’ve said that to myself and perhaps it was out of the will that i loved this building so much, or how much it had inspired and gave me the potential of becoming a published writer over the past two years.
Another reason why i was so much attached to this library were the regulary visit of my girlfriend, Rebekah, a plump sleaky beautful of a girl, still studying law at New york university. The first time i fall in love with this girl, i pronounced myself the luckiest chap in the entire world, she was good, liked cadbury–yes she smoked too less than i do. I would’ve regarded her as the perfect woman if it wasn’t the natural routene of people insisting that there’s no one who’s perfect. She loved me and there wasn’t no way i could fail to admit that, i loved her too, we were like a belt and a trousers–tight and shining together.
Rebekah loved the way i expressed my love for her in my poems, like the way i had wrote her, My magnificent Moni–she had quotted the words pretty well and every time and then could recite it all to me and what should an ordinary loved man like me do, just grin and took her in my arms for a while, yes especially on my half day’s work, Suturday, the two of us had spend a great time seated at the library garden just on the back talking our lives out. The air was lovely there, from the tree shadows that covers almost all the back’s ground, though we weren’t the only lovebirds there, it was all good, we could share the glamourous moments together in respectful distances, each minding own bussiness with his or her lover.
I had two latest thrillers on the market, there were doing well, i couldn’t complain much of it as a man who was capable of paying my flat and smoothly keeping up with my life’s schedules. The only thing that was left of me to do, was to marry Moni, she had agreed

To be continued


About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife ( ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on June 1, 2009, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Interesting stuff u’re coming up with, i crave to hear the rest, don’t give it up–would want more of this.

    Be happy

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