A day in my life: Initiation school induction day

The sky was painted with the colors,representing the dawn, A new day for hearing the birds chirping in their nests. The moment were I felt blessed for seeing the people I love and ready to cherish and make them proud. ”Dumela montlenyane wa me ,ke solofela fa o itse gore mosadi ke seke wa letsatsi”-meaning a woman brings light and brightness into people’s lives, that’s how my father greeted me that day.

The township was filled with excitement as young girls prepared for their journey to the initiation school The beat of the drums indicating the departure of the initiates was all one could hear. Unlike some girls, I was happy as a dog seeing a bone. It felt like the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulder as I thought of being called a woman instead of an ordinary girl. My patience of embarking on a new journey, I could not hear words of encouragement my parents offered.

One hour later, my mother knocked to help me wear my traditional garment. The garment was made from cowhide. It’s texture was firm to the touch, conveying a sense of strength and residence of the cow’s skin. The wrinkles, scars ,and grain patterns reminiscent of the cows life and journey and similarly to that of a woman.

Just before the dusk made it’s way in the village ,we the initiates gathered to start the journey. Young women’s expression conveyed both fear and determination. It was only not only a physical journey but a deep spiritual and cultural awakening. The elders guided our path as we set off on our path. The villagers ululated with joy, knowing we will return better shaped for the future.

Along the way as the induction process started, none of the preparations or expectations had truly excited or motivated me. I found myself in danger and chaos and every fibre of my being screamed for escape. Strict rules and instructions, felt like a prison from which I longed to break free. I planned , weighed risks and considered every possible obstacle. “The journey ahead leads to your grave” said to myself.

Deliberately, I started with my plan, I talked to myself, played with the sand and everything surrounding me. I physically assaulted my fellow initiates and swore at them. The guiders had enough with my madness and called the council to decide my fate. For once, I saw the heaven open as I heard the words I longed for. Free at last, I used my madness skills for the last time and ran until I reached home. I couldn’t even survive a night at the initiation school.

Learn to cherish each moment as it is a and don’t compare yourself with other regardless the social status, value or personality.