Wednesday 20 December 2017
Monday 11 December 2017
The Girl Who Believed
The Girl Who Believed
9:00am struck and Mr Brown was at the door. We all huddled together like penguins saying our last goodbyes.The burning sun drying the tears of our red eyes. The mango tree swaying side to side as if he was waving goodbye. All my gear was packed in Mr Brown’s polished corvette stingray. Before I left mum opened my hand and laid something of an odd shape. ”It was my mother's and now it is yours,” Mum told me. “Keep it as a memory of all of us.” Little did I know those were the last words I would ever here from my mother.
The wrinkly Rainbow lizard was rapidly running from Dean and I. We didn’t know where we are going but we stuck near the rainbow lizard for a great distance, hungry to catch it. The scorching dirt beneath our feet numbed the pain of the dry slabs scattered along the unknown path we had traveled. My brothers legs as skinny as they are flew alongside the lizard. Suddenly the rainbow lizards legs were off the ground in seconds.
“I win,” bragged Dean with the lizard in his boney hands, “now give me a your chocolate.”
We successfully navigated our way back home. As we entered our sturdy house Delia stormed up screaming with her neat hair that made her look like a mum. “Where in the world have you been?” Her big, deep, brown eyes sunk into mine. “You were supposed to feed the chickens, lux the house, feed the dogs and go around and pick up all of the manure,” hissed Delia as she pointed to the lux with freshly painted nails. By this time mother had walked in the door.
“Hush, now Curtis is trying to sleep,” ordered mum. “ Sorry for the fuss Mr Brown. Please come and have a seat.” A tall skinny man with a suit walked in the door with a black leather briefcase. As they sat down mum asked me to wake up Curtis. Down the hall first door to the right there lay Curtis in pain in bed. As my hand touched his pasty shoulder a whimper came from his voice.
“Children this is Mr Brown. He has traveled from London to Lusaka,” Mum told us in a soft voice, “This is a big decision I had to make.” My stomach began to twist and turn. Mum never made all of us sit at the table at once. Something wasn’t right.
“Mrs Schultz would you like me to tell the children,” asked Mr Brown.
“Yes thank you,” sobbed mum. My mind was going crazy.
“Why was mum crying,” I thought. She never cries.
The last time mum cried was when dad died.
“Children I am here today to take Tina of use to London for an education and a better life,” declared Mr Brown.
“I am so sorry, but it is for the best,” mum apologized.
Silence covered the room. No one spoke. Then eventually I see tears run down everyone's face apart from Mr Brown. “I will come pick you all up at 9:00am,” Mr Brown told us. Then he walked out the decrepit door, slammed the door of his corvette stingray and drove off into the road that never ended.
The next morning no one had packed their gear except for me. As I walked into the kitchen everyone was in the kitchen eating porridge. We never had porridge. Mum strolled over to me and sat me down at the old wooden table.
”It was a hard decision but it was the only one,” mum said as she smiled with her wrinkles covering her face like the skin of a lizard.
“Tina you are going to be the only one going with Mr Brown.” I was astonished. “Why?” I wailed,”Why me?”
“Curtis is too ill to travel, Dean is too young and I don’t want to leave mum to do all the housework on her own,” Delia spoke trying to make me understand.
“I will be all on my own,” I cried, “I am not going unless you all come with me.”
It was no use. Whatever I said or did it would not change mum’s mind as much as she hated letting me go.
9:00am struck and Mr Brown was at the door. We all huddled together like penguins saying our last goodbyes.The burning sun drying the tears of our eyes. The mango tree swaying side to side as if he was waving goodbye. All my gear was packed in Mr Brown polished corvette stingray. Before I left mum opened my hand and laid something of an odd shape.
”It was my mother's and now it is yours,” Mum told me with water filling her eyes, “Keep it as a memory of all of us.”
Little did I know those were the last words I would ever here from my mother.
We drove along the dirt road with cattle feet scattered. The dust followed us along the dry road. The boisterous music played but I did not pay attention. I was admiring the necklace. The necklace looked like some sort of creature. It had a head of a bird, body of an human and tail like a fish. The creature’s black eyes sunk into mine almost like it was trying to warn me but I placed it in my woolen coat.
“Now how old are you Tina?” questioned Mr Brown with his bold caterpillar eyebrows.
“ 12,” I replied.
“You like cleaning?”
“I guess so.” “Why was he asking me all of these questions?” I thought to myself.
Cleaning really as if I would enjoy cleaning. I wanted to ask why he was asking me these questions but the words just couldn’t come out. I was too nervous. After a minute or two my worn out eyes began to close.
My eyes woke up to a sign saying Kenneth Kaunda International Airport. Everything was a blur. “Where am?” I asked myself.
“Here we are Kenneth Kaunda International Airport,” Mr Brown told himself.
I had never been on a plane before, I was so excited. I grabbed onto my chunky old suitcase stuffed with clothes and chugged my suitcase along the gravel path.
I could feel my eyes widen as we walked into the sparkling airport. People were rushing back and forth trying to find there way to an airline. Mr Brown’s cold, leather like hands gripped tightly onto mine. We pushed and shoved through the crowd till we reached the security.
I gently placed my bag on the plastic tray. I walked leisurely through a portal like machine as did my suitcase. Suddenly I heard a sharp buzz.
“Please stand here young girl,” a man asked in a rusky voice.
I did not know what was happening but I did as the man pleased. He placed a body search wand in front of my face. As he scanned me I heard another alien spaceship noise. He reached for my pocket.”Ahha this is the culprit.” The man said. It was my necklace that was causing the wound to scream. He chucked the necklace into the silver bin. “What was he doing?” I questioned myself.
“Necklaces with sharp points are not permitted in the airport.”
“But it was my.”
“Ah no buts. Are you giving me cheek?.”
“No sir.”
“That's what I thought?”
Once we had checked through security I sat impatiently. While playing with my cotton dress a flight attendant tells us to board the plane. I received a small piece of paper that said my name Tina Schultz and 23C (my seat). The flight attendant took mine and Mr Browns tickets and read the ticket aloud. We strolled over to our seat, placed our luggage into the cabinet above and sat in our old seats.
It was 6:00pm and my stomach was beginning to growl. Luckily to my advantage a trolley filled with food and water came.
“What would you like sir,” a young lady asked with a emirates hat.
“Coffee two sugars, water, chocolate biscuit and vanilla muffin,” Mr Brown demanded.
The lady rummaged through the trolley finding everything Mr Brown demanded.
“There you go sir,” the kind lady said as she gave Mr Brown all of his food.
“And you young girl what would you like?”
“She is fine thank you,” snapped Mr Brown giving the lady an evil glare.
Four hours flew past and we had arrived at London City Airport. We collected our luggage and headed towards the shiny glass door. There we waited for 1 hour till a man wearing a suit and black polished shoes driving a shiny red ford mustang.
”Here you go now pay up,” Mr brown snapped at the man.
”A deal's a deal I will see how well she works before I pay,” the man barked.
”I don’t mean to be rude but what do you mean by work?” I declared.
”Now who do you think you are butting into our conversation,” the man ranted,”Get in the car.” Dreading it I went in the car.
The leather was cold on my legs.
“What do you think you are doing sitting on my leather seat I don’t want your obnoxious germs on my seat,” the nasty man objected.
“Why was he treating me like this?” I asked myself,”Maybe he has OCD.” He handed me a large piece of newspaper. “Sit on this and don’t ever think you can sit on my seats without a piece of newspaper,” he man snapped. The man took his woolen suit jacket and placed it on the cream leather seat. There was a name it read Joseph Helbridge. We drove off into a new adventure,.
London was filled with tall old buildings, clocks, people and bakeries. It was so beautiful. For some reason there were lots of cars driving all over the place. It was a great distance till I saw houses. A sign read Broughly street. Joseph turned his car into that street. The street was full of tall, white, posh houses. Joseph turned into a driveway that had a letterbox saying 30. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I would obtain an education and I get to live in an astounding house.
As I walked into the house my face lit up. The house was filled with delicate, vases with intricate patterns on the floor. It felt like I was in heaven.The floor sparkled as the sun hit the color stained windows. The dining table was filled with exquisite plates, mugs, glasses. Everything you could imagine. As we walked into the kitchen a lady with bright ginger hair turned around.
”Is that you Joseph?”
“Yes dear.”
“What took you so long.”
“Traffic dear. It was appalling.”
“Now who is this?”
“Tina. Tina schultz.”
“Oh this is the you girl you have been talking about.”
“Yes. I have not paid till we see how well she works.”
“Oh yes you must not pay till we see.”
I was still confused what they were talking about.
”I shall show you where you will be sleeping,” the stocky lady told me.
”Ok,” I said politely.
“Yes Mrs Helbridge you meant to say.”
“Yes Mrs Helbridge.”
She lead me up the stairs and another set of stairs till we reached the tip of the house.”Here you go. This is where you will we sleeping for the time you stay with us,” Mrs Helbridge said. I could not believe what I was seeing.
A sheet with no mattress, no duvet, no light expected a lamp. Worst of all it was in a smelly attic. “Why was I being treated this way? Surely they have superior rooms than this?” I screamed in my head. All I wanted to do was go home and curl up into my bed.”Now tomorrow these are the things you need to complete before we come home. You will be getting one everyday and you will complete them if not there will be a consequence ,” Mrs Helbridge ordered as she handed me a A2 white piece of paper. On this huge piece of paper there was a list fill to top to bottom. Rows and rows filled to what seemed to be jobs. At this point I realized that won’t be going to school or living the high life. I was now a maid.
The next morning I arose at 5:00am sharp. I was still used to the same routine as the farm. I promptly got dressed to began with preparing breakfast. I tiptoed my way to the kitchen trying not to make a peep of a noise. Slowly I opened the draws and collected all of the ingredients to make pancakes. I used the recipe Delia taught me. Oh her pancakes were the best! I whisked the eggs, milk and dash of oil. Then I folded in the baking soda, flour and pinch of salt. Turned on the non stick pan and began frying. One by one the pancakes were cooking beautifully. The smell filled the room. I felt like I was at home.
Next waking the children up. First room to the left was Henry’s room. I stumbled my way round his lego and I opened the curtain.
”Wake up Henry. Time to get ready for school.”
”Mmm I am still sleeping. Go away,”
“I made pancakes.”
“I’m up!”
He got up like a rocket and skyrocketed to the kitchen. Then I woke up Georgia. She screamed the roof off when I tried to wake her up but as soon as I mention pancakes she was up in a heartbeat. Jonas was easy. I just carried him out of his wooden cot and placed him in the wooden high chair. Henry and Georgia were already stuffing the faces. I struggled feeding Jonas. Since he did not know me he absolutely refused to let me feed him so he ended up feeding himself. Mr and Mrs Hellbridge had already left for work. I changed Jonas and placed him in the pram. Henry and Georgia the children were smartly dressed. Hoot hoot. There was a limo at the front of the gate. Henry and Georgia ran outside and hopped on the sleek black limo and drove off for school.
“3.Wash the dishes.4.Clean the children's rooms,” I read on the list. After cleaning children's rooms, washing dishes, preparing dinner, the kids had arrived back from school. They were like vultures. They swarmed over me demanding for food.
“Where is the food we are hungry.”
“I want food.”
“We’ll tell mum.”
“Your food in the kitchen on the table.”
Off to they kitchen they ran. As soon as I walked into the kitchen the food had disappeared. “Georgia and Henry can you please go do your homework.”
“Yes mother,” Henry said in a sarcastic voice.
They stormed off to their rooms slamming the door shut. 5:00pm arrived and Mr Helbridge.
“What are you making tina?”
“ Hello Mr Helbridge, I’m cooking dinner.”
“What are you making for dinner?”
“Lasagna Mr Helbridge. It was my mother's recipe.”
“Whatever, Mrs Helbridge is coming soon so you better have dinner finished in time.”
I set up the dinner table with the fine cutlery that they obtained. I made sure I did my very best to set up the dinner table. There were so many different forks and spoons I did not know where half of them went but I did my very best. At home we only had one set of spoon, forks and knifes. The helbridges had 3 sets of spoons, forks, and knife. How many did they need!
Once the table was set to the best of my ability Mrs Helbridge walked through the door.
“I am home everyone.”
“Mummy!”
All the children ran downstairs as fast as a bullet. All of them swarmed together. My stomach had butterflies. “What would they say about the table? I hope I have done it right,” I asked myself. Everyone gradually walked through the door. Their faces said it all.
All the Helbridges faces were glowing with great happiness.
“What a splendid dinner you have made us Tina,” Mr Helbridge spoke with great delight on his face. “Please do come and eat,” I spoke as the steam rose from the lasagna. Jonas was happily placed in his high chair and the other children were at the table yet again stuffing their faces as was Mr and Mrs Helbridge. I dished another plate full for myself and sat at the table. Looking at the forks I did not know what own to use. I looked around. I could not tell which fork to use because the folks were constantly jammed onto their large plump mouths. Abruptly all of there faces turns to me like a herd of wildebeest looking at a lion.
“What do you think you are doing, Tina?” snarled Mrs Helbridge.
“Yeah Tina what are you doing?” added the children.
“You don’t eat dinner with us. You eat your room and that is the only plate and cutlery you can use. We don’t want your revolting germs on your plates.”
I have never felt so ashamed. They treated me as if I was a piece of rubbish. I trudged my way up the carpet stairs all the way to “my room.” There I sat all alone. No one to talk to, no one to hold. Nothing but me. Tears trickled down my flat cheeks like a waterfall, never ending. I couldn’t eat. I tried but I just resisted. “Why why do they treat me like this just why?” I screamed under my breath. The light that crept through the floor has disappeared. The Helbridges were all asleep. My head ached from all of the salty tears. The longing I felt for my family was not explainable. Eventually I drifted off to sleep still with tears falling down my face.
I was up 5:00am sharp. I did the usual. Woke up the kids, made breakfast. The kids left for school. Cleaned the house, made dinner and so on. I ate alone in the darkness of my hurt. For years this continued. I was 16. It was four whole years I had been in london. I was still working for the Helbridges. All the kids were on winter break including Jonas. Snow covered the surface of london. It was now christmas. The green christmas tree sparkled into my eyes. Children playing in the crystal snow, throwing snowballs. It reminded me of home. Just seeing those children made me have a think of what I would be doing at home in that point of time. Delia and I would be setting up the christmas tree and the boys would pick the pawpaw to eat. Oh I miss the food from home. The mangos as full as my head. The avocados as vast as my hefty foot. Mr and Mrs brown were just as nasty as before even worse.
After a couple of years of me working for the Helbridges, Mrs Helbridges friends began to lay off coming for a “cup of tea” Mrs Helbridge would say. Mrs Helbridge was curious why and asked why they don’t come for coffee any more. Apparently Mrs Helbridges friends friends do not come anymore because they don’t want to use the same toilet as I do. At that point, I realized it wasn’t because they had OCD, it was because of my skin. I was different to them. They didn’t accept me. Mrs Helbridge rung the local plumber and builder. She ask if they could build a toilet and shower in the backyard A.S.A.P. Now I was not aloud to go toilet in the house or shower. No matter the weather I had to shower and go to the toilet outside.
It was Sunday morning and Mr and Mrs Brown and the children had to go to church. I was left alone to clean the house (as usual). I was upstairs in Henry's room luxing the floor. Out of nowhere I had to go urgently to the toilet. The rain harshly shot the roof. The bathroom was only two bedrooms away. I thought I would be swift but it turns out I wasn’t. As I was on the toilet the Helbridges had tiptoed in the house. I flushed and swung the door open. There stood Mrs Helbridge.
Her ocean blue eyes were fixed still. Red lipstick smeared along her cheek like sliced flesh. “What in the blinkling world do you think you are doing you disgusting freak,” wailed Mrs Helbridge, “ Get in the kitchen now.” I ran to the kitchen in shame.”I should have gone outside. Why didn’t I oh why?” I request to myself under my breath of shame. I heard a sound of terror. Mrs Helbridges steps kept with the pace of my heart. I knew what was coming. I bent down. I felt the strike of the sharp leather belt. The sound seemed to never end.
I found myself stuck in the attic without the lamp, no food for two whole days. No way to escape. Eventually the light crawled on my bed as the creek of the door opened. No one was there. Time and time again I was locked in the room like I was a piece of storage. Sometimes I was locked away for no reason. Times like this I was longing for my mum. I just wished she was here to swish me beside her wrinkled face.
When christmas was getting near I wrote a letter. It was 2 pages and it was for my family.
”Mrs Brown I don’t mean to be a pain but I had just wondered if you were able to send this letter to my family back in Lusaka.”
“I certain will not be sending that letter. Who do you think you are coming and asking me to send a letter for you? After all I do for you this is how you thank me.”
Her sausage fingers whipped across my face. Water began filling my eyes. I was stored in the attic for another 2 days. I found myself stuck at the horrid Helbridges for another 3 years.
Enough was enough I told myself. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Once the Helbridges set off for lunch with their grandma I was off. I packed my old chunky suit case and set off into the wide world. I had no clue of where I was going but I walked and walked till my feet could no longer stand.
I found a park. There I found shelter under a huge christmas tree. Rain fell from the sky and bet my face. My eyes closed and never opened till the sun rose. I heard a gentle voice speaking to me.”Wake up love,” the gentle voice cried. My eyes awoke. An old lady with curly grey hair as gentle as a fly stood right in front of me.
“I am Jade. Jade Williams. Why are you out here love.”
“Well it’s a long story.”
We rambled on for hours. Well I should say I rambled on for hours. Ever since then she has been a mother to me. She gave me a place to sleep, education and love. I loved her just as much as she loves me.
After 8 years, I had gotten a degree and was working at the Royal London Hospital for Integrated Medicine. I had worked there for 4 years. My life could not have been better. I had my own apartment. I had my own family, 2 sons 1 girl, but there was a bit missing. My family back home. I never went a day without wondering what life would be like with them.
Christmas rolled round and I decided to go home. I booked tickets for my kids and mum. We arrived in lusaka with grins on all of our faces. I already felt like I was at home. As we drove down the dirt road my stomach began to twist and turn. I was longing for a hug from my mum. I had not seen my mother for whole 20 years.
The house was still the same just older looking. Knock knock. “Coming,” I could tell it was Delia. As she open the door her face was filled with shock. “Tina, Tina is that really you.”
“It sure is sis.”
“Dean come here.”
Dean ran to the door. Still as skinny as he was as he was as a child. Nothing had changed about the two even their personalities. As I walked through the door I got a good whiff of home. I introduced the children and my “mother”.
“Where’s mum and Curtis?”
“Umm Tina a few years after you left, Curtis got worse. He could not even stand up. Tina he past away.”
“And mum?”
“Well the cigarettes kicked in and well she stoped breathing. I am so sorry Tina.”
“Well they are still here, in my heart.”
We talked non stop for hours and hours. It was fantastic catching up with Deila and Dean.
A few years have past now. I am still living in London but I keep in good contact back home. Every christmas we alternate going there and then them coming to london. LIfe has never been better. I could not ask for anything more.
Wednesday 6 December 2017
Summer Learning Journey
Summer Learning Journey
I am a student at Karoro School. I have now signed up to Summer Learning Journey and will be participating these holidays.
Friday 24 November 2017
Tuesday 21 November 2017
Tuesday 31 October 2017
Friday 29 September 2017
Elections Solo
At the start of the topic of the elections I was at unistructural. I knew was who I prime minster and there were parties and leaders that you could vote for. I also knew some of the parties and leaders running in the elections. I also new what groups I belonged to. That the Queen is first in line. The Queen is Elizabeth ll. I knew how and why people participate in the elections. Also i knew the meaning of rights and responsibilities.
Over the past few weeks I have learnt a lot. I now know that New Zealand uses the demarcated system, which allows legally aged citizens to vote for what they believe is right. Also that there are 7 māori mp’s in the parliament. There is an estimated 120-121 seats in parliament. First in line is the Queen (Elizabeth ll), Governor General (Patsy Reddy), Parliament, Government and then the voters. Parliament is made up of M.P and the governor general. The Government is made up of mp’s that weren’t elected and the majority. There are many more facts I know about the government and elections.
Now at the end of the elections topic I believe I am extend abstract because I am able to answer the question that are required for this level. I know that I am at this level because I can answer these questions: Explain the purpose of a parliament, Explain the idea of democracy and how it connects to decisions that are made in New Zealand, Explain why people should be allowed to vote in an election, Explain who has been historically discriminated against within our voting system,Why is there a general electoral roll and a Māori roll?, and many more questions.
I know:
- Parliament is in place for if there are bills they how to resolve the issue, if to have a vote. -Democracy is a system used in New Zealand. This system means that citizens of new zealand are allowed to vote and the decision is not made for them. Decision are not just made by one person is made by the country for their vote can make a huge difference.
- People should be allowed to vote because they should have an import of how the country changes for the better and how the country is run.
- There is a maori roll because in the 1840s the treaty was signed and won of the policies was that maori would have their say in any decision made. Their voice would be recognized.
- Some people do not want to vote because they do not want to vote because the do not agree with the policies the parties have or that they don’t care (which they should).
- People have difficulty voting because they have not enrolled in the general or maori roll.
- If there was only one person in charge many people would disagree because then they would not to get there say and they could make big decision on their own. Also they my change the country for the worst.
- The groups I belong to are: Netball, Basketball, School, family, friends, New Zealand citizen, chores and many more
- My coach, teachers, parents, me, government, Principale makes the decisions/rules for the groups I belong to.
- Government comes up with bills that get addressed to parliament then which is signed off by the G.G.
- People can participate in the elections by discussing why you think a certain party has the best policies and also by Mps going around and talking to the voters about what they are willing to do for the country.
- Rights means that you are able to do things freely like go to school, but with rights there is also responsibility which is showing that you can also take care and make the right choice.
- I think that ‘election’ means a political system of choosing by voting.
- The elections efect us because what ever laws arw
Tuesday 26 September 2017
Policy Statement
The Independence party is not only looking to change New Zealand for the better but the world. There are important issues that are harming people. If you vote for the independence party we all can make a change.
Poverty is occurring all over the country. Children and adults are left to sleep in there car. Left without food and water. No human being should be placed in this dreadful position. The hiraki of needs state that we all require: physical needs, safety, love self-actualization. Voting for the Independence party means that all people in New Zealand will have a loving and comfortable and most importantly safe place to stay. By creating a facility that allows families to receive a home, food and water the population of people living without these needs will decrease. Also using the empty and wasted homes sitting in Auckland and putting them to use.
2017 the independence party robustly believes that not only New Zealand but other countries should discard nuclear bombs. Nuclear is a life threatening that can kill innocent humans. Nuclear bombs are destructive so why nuclear bombs be retained. Nuclear bombs is nuclear energy to cause an explosion. By sharing our voice all over the globe our voices will be heard. We can make a change in not only New Zealand but in the world.
Monday 25 September 2017
Monday 18 September 2017
The Independence Party Pamphlet
We have to create a pamphlet for our political party using “Canva”. We need to think about layout, and readability. We need to include at least two policies, information about our leadership and participants. We need to include our slogan and logo.
Citera:
✓ Name of party
✓ ID of leaders
✓ Slogan
✓ Deliberate use of colour
✓ Clear to read/see
✓ No overlap
✓ Logo
✓ Contact details
✓ Policies x2
Against the citera our that we created on canva pamphlet got a 10/10. I believe we done an amazing job on or pamphlet. We meet the criteria well and we have done just a good a job as the labor parties pamphlet.
Pamphlet created by Molly.
Pamphlet created by Molly.
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