Posted: November 8, 2016 in Latest post


A time will come when the majestic mountains fade into nothingness

Resembling heaps of dust, spanning open space

Like the wealth we’ve accumulated during our precious finite lifetime


Tick Tock

A time will come when the violent skies withhold their tears

Leaving us, the parasites, withered

They will not cry for us

They will not nourish us

We are our own undoing

Tick Tock

A time will come when the sun will be suspended above our heads like a halo

And our ill-thinking brains will boil; disintegrating within our skulls

And we will drown in pools of our own anxiety

Tick Tock

A time will come when fathers and mothers flee from their offspring

Like startled moths dispersing




Tick Tock

A time will come when the screams of torture will be the earth’s melody

And in the midst of all this chaos, a trumpet will be blown

Signifying the time that time itself will cease to exist

When that time comes we will finally realise that

We did not kill time

It killed us

He warned us about this day

He told us to be cautious of our actions and of the words we silently utter

But we were too busy relishing in what this world had to offer

The clock will strike a digit one last time

Tick Tock

Time’s up

Ameera Karriem

Is This My Test?

Posted: November 8, 2016 in Latest post

They’re crying. Each and every one of them.
“It’s your fault,” they said.
Always my fault.

They’re laughing. Each and every one of them.
Was something I did?
It’s always something I did.

They’re fighting. Each and every one of them.
“Can’t you do anything right?” They asked.
Never turns out right.

They’re arguing.
Always arguing
Always my fault
Always lashing out

They say life is a test from God.
God, is this my test?

Nabeela Olday

Hell in a Heaven’s Disguise

Posted: September 5, 2016 in Latest post

Psshht Psshht Psshht

Go their whispers

Loud and clear

Just like their existence.

Here I go

Crawling into my own little ball

Hiding from this cruel, cruel world.

There I go

With my best friend


Sshh Sshh Sshh

Left Right, Left Right

Go their stumbling feet

Stomping and stamping

In their matching Converse and Nikes.

Ping Ping Ping

Go their lives

In a whirlpool of ‘liking’, ‘posting’ and retweeting’

Buzz Buzz Buzz

As they regram and request on Instagram.

Ping Ping Ping

Tick Tick Tick

Go the hours, minutes and seconds

Tick Tick Tick


Such an antagonizing sound

A piercing melody that fills our empty ears

Imploding our overflowing brains and releasing our ecstasy.


All hell breaks loose and the devils appear.

Here I go

Crawling into my own little ball

Hiding from this cruel, cruel world.

There I go

With my best friend


  • – Shaaista Motlekar Grade 11

Love is in the air!

Posted: February 12, 2015 in Latest post

And so, just as many artists have sung and continue to sing, the yearly celebration of love and our loved ones has filled the air with a hot, summery romantic atmosphere. Happy almost Valentine’s Day! (And Friday the 13th)

But what does it all mean? Sorry, let me give you a quick History lesson:

*Googles it*

Okay… Rather not then. A rather interesting and long history (but interestingly romantic), the day of love we call Valentine’s Day began as a liturgical celebration in which Saint Valentine was imprisoned for performing forbidden weddings. Legend says he healed the ill daughter of his jailer, and upon his execution, his farewell letter to her was signed with the words, “Your Valentine.”

Aaaww. Sweet, isn’t it? And also fitting that Valentines this year is a day after a Friday the 13th, given his execution.

So there you have it, Valentine’s Day, a day about expressing your heartfelt feelings and being unconditionally and unquestionably oh-so-sappily romantic. And you know it, here at Claremont High we like being ‘traditionally out-of-the-box’, if you can understand what that means.

We order roses, put some more red, some pink and white hearts and messages all over the school, get dressed to the nines in what we teens see to be the top fashion trends, and we spend a day making some cute memories by taking selfie’s and groupies and sending ‘secret’ love notes, excitedly anticipating the delivery of roses and chocolates at the end of the day.

Hah! Don’t we all know who those are from.

While we all (or at least most of us) enjoy celebrating Valentine’s Day at CHS, it’s definitely a mood killer when you see a line-up all day behind the English Department classes. *cough* *raised eyebrows*. No matter what your opinion of the day, we all get roped into having fun. Whether it’s bombing a bathroom selfie or adding your care-free laughs to the conversation about how you’re getting no secret rose (but secretly hoping for one), Valentine’s Day at CHS is always a day to remember.

It’s a great matric fundraiser and we’re thankful to everyone for participating and contributing. A big thank you to the Matric Dance committee for all the amazing effort you guys put it, quoting Ms Schlesinger, you’re all stars!

I wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day and may none of your superstitions about Friday the 13th come true; have a great day and if you don’t get any gifts, oh well, know that your mommy must love you.

Kidding! Blame it on Friday the 13th, hah! As long as you love yourself, know that the people around you will too.

– Nur-Aini Benjamin

Grade 9 Blackout Poetry

Posted: November 4, 2014 in Latest post

A selection of 9C’s Blackout Poems


Grade 11 Poetry

Posted: November 3, 2014 in Latest post

11A were given the following task after reading WH Auden’s Funeral Blues:

Write a poem entitled ‘Joyous Birth’ in which you must use positive images to celebrate a new life coming into existence. Your poem must be at least 2 stanzas long (more if you want). You can use the framework from Funeral Blues.

Here a selection of the submissions.

Joyous Birth

Start all the clocks, let the church bells ring,
Indulge in the songs the choir voices sing,
Commence the gathering and with great cheer
Bring in the cradled baby who is finally here

Let aeroplanes circle jeering up above
Engraving in the blue heavens, “Light, Life, Love”
Make the falling autumn leaves tango in the cold breeze,
Let the city buildings waltz with the old oak trees

He is my Ringo, my John, my George, my Paul
My summer shorts and my winter shawl
My wind, my fire, my air, my earth;
All living and non must celebrate this joyous birth

-Zainab Adjiet

“Start all the screaming and pushing,
The grabbing and gritting
The crying and pain

Let the birds sing
The sun smile
The clouds cry and,
Let the world know

Let the angels sing
Your heart skip a beat
The flowers bloom and,
The rainbow come down

The most beautiful thing is about to happen
But first,
Let’s give a little push”

-Sinazo Tsosta

When I saw black, it was only your voice I heard above all the other voices that called my name and when light came into my eyes, I felt an inch of your water that fell from your eyes touch my skin and slide down! And when I opened my eyes I saw a glow in your eyes and I knew you were glad to see me and when you held me in your arms that’s when I knew how much I meant to you!

-Zanele Krawe

the promise

let new life begin
but this time it has to come from within,
lets erase the past and star all over.
our love is like a four leaf clover.

your joy is my strength
and you your brings everlasting peace
your words satisfy my soul
and your presence puts me at ease

I never knew about happiness
I didn’t think dreams came true
I couldn’t really believe in love,
until I finally met you

while time, heaven and earth may pass away
forever will you words stay.
though doubt may strike and block my view

you words ring clear “Don’t fear, I am with you”

-Milton Flusk

A final word from the Grade 12s

Posted: October 17, 2014 in Latest post

Today is the final academic day for our school’s Grade 12 class. In the effort of making the day meaningful I asked them to make a class contribution for the blog. Below are their responses to the question “What has high school meant to me?”.

Alex Ferguson:
High school is where you learn the most about yourself as a person. It’s where friendships become set in stone and actually mean something. It’s not just about the goal of matriculating but rather about the journey and all we experience along the way.

Shakeel Benjamin:

Being in this class, I’ve learned that friends stand together like soldiers. This class has taught me that a good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow. True friends don’t come along very often. When I speak about true friendship, this class comes to mind, heart and soul. I’ll never forget what we discovered as a class and all the challenges we faced. The final stretch has arrived and a chapter of life has come to an end. I thank all you guys for an extraordinary three years. I don’t think there will ever be a time in my life that will be as amazing as the time I have spent with you.

Muhammed Madhi:

One leaving:

Leaving school leaves me with mixed emotions. I am sad because these are my last days at school. But I am happy because I have my future ahead of me.

Yadhir Maharaj:

High school! The place where people start building their lives. Academic life being the bricks and social life being the cement. We put them together to form the foundation of our home…

Trisha Bhaga:

Mischievous, playful and unique are just a few words to describe my classmates who quickly became my family when we met in Grade 10. High school for me has been a place where I discovered a part of who I am. It is a place to create memories, friendships, have fun and to find a balance between being social and doing your work. The memories we created will be treasured forever. The “inside jokes” my class has, along with secrets we share; all these will never be forgotten. Friends like these only come once in a lifetime. Thank you for the most amazing three years of my life. Comrades, reach for your dreams and ZEB people who try to pull you down.

Yusuf Safudien:

When I first came to high school I felt like I just wanted it to end. I just wanted to grow up and move on with my life. But now as I approach my final days, I realise how many great friends I have made. I realise how much fun we’ve had together and these friends I hope to keep for as long as possible. I guess I don’t really want this phase of my life to end, it has gone by too quickly. It’s time to grow up but I will always have the memories.

Waagiedah Slamang:

High school years are the years where everything is confusing, but perfectly sensible at the same time. I have been able to meet  many great people and I have made the greatest memories. I also faced many difficulties and challenges which I slowly learned to overcome. These three years have honestly been an amazing adventure.

Jude Wells:

Although I am still discovering who I am, it is here where I started to search. This is where I learned to solve quadratic equations and to balance accounts but more importantly I learned that friends are forever, working hard is a necessity, to be an individual and not to please anyone. Every one of my classmates have changed from being strangers, to friends, to family to me. I will miss you all and our crazy memories dearly.

Ashleigh Braaf:

Having only 17 people in my matric class has made me realize how lucky I have been. It’s not everyone that can say their class has grown to become a “family” and mean it. I always knew high school would prepare me academically, but little did I know I’d meet people who would change my life this much. Comrades, I will forever cherish our memories together. Here’s to many more!

Zintle Kwetane:

Everything eventually comes to an end, they say, but I never knew it would be so sudden. I wanted to write a poem for you rebels but I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to sing for you guys but unfortunately, I lack the skills. They say love comes when you least expect it and you guys lifted me up when I was down. You saw me when I was waving and did not let me drown. I did not believe we had a “crab mentality”, I always believed we had a pack mentality. If I could be granted one wish, I would want to replay the memories because you guys are “one in a million and a million in one”. Good luck for the future and may the Zitchynator angels be with you all.

Brenda Chigudu:

The best thing in my high school experience has been meeting my classmates: a uniques and unforgettable group of young people who always said “We can do this” and surely, together, we made it. My classmates are like my family and it’s very sad to see them leave. I am grateful to them or making my three years an awesome experience.

Natasha Robertsen:

High school taught me how to become independent. It gave me a vision of ambition and goals. And now that it’s all over, I plan to achieve those goals.

Luzuko Nqakala:

When I came to Claremont High School I found myself in a unique class. I like the way we have matured as a class over three years. In class I’ve learned the value of friendship, loyalty and respect. Through each challenge we faced as a class and as individuals we stuck together. We often isolated ourselves from other grades sticking together during interval. My classmates have been the best thing that has happened to me. I hope leaving school does not mean good bye forever. I want them to know that whatever happens in life, you will always be in my heart.

Savanah Mathese:

I am 17 and finishing high school is definitely one of the biggest milestones in my life thus far. It has been tough. I’ve learned to survive socially, admitted defeat and been emotionally prepared for failure and for that I am thankful. All these experiences have made me a stronger person in preparation for “life” as they say!

Posing and looking well-behaved  and "normal" with their class teacher and grade head, Mrs Janse van Rensburg and Mrs Moyce respectively

Posing and looking well-behaved and “normal” with their class teacher and grade head, Mrs Janse van Rensburg and Mrs Moyce respectively

Sadly there were a few who were absent: Lindo, Simbongile and Rasheeka.

By Luzuko Magengelele (Grade 10)

Sizalwa ngamakhosikazi athwala iqhiya zothando

Amaqhawekazi abhing’ amalaphu oxolo esinqeni

See, our mothers’ hearts have been bruised,

battered and butchered

by the height of injustices, slavery and oppression.

Yet miraculously these remarkable creatures still manage

to carry hearts that never hate and smiles that never fade.

Our mothers know what it means and how it feels

to be frequented by pain and suffering,

Constantly being discriminated against because

of dark skin and thick lips and round hips;

Constantly being physically, emotionally and sexually victimised;

Constantly being made to feel inferior even by our own fathers

Being denied the freedom to voice out their opinions

because apparently a woman’s place is in the kitchen

where the pots and pans are and not in the making

of decisions

Forgetting that the world actually needs our voice

because a woman’s voice is a voice of love;

In a world starving for attention

We just not given the same amount of respect we deserve.

But see, women are the divas of hope

We fearlessly walk through the rain in hopes that

after the rain the rainbow will follow

And it is this that allows us to not sit and sulk;

drowning in oceans of self-pity, counting our sorrows and misfortunes

 Instead we pray and by the grace of God

We are able to conquer the most turbulent storms

and still manage to stare back at our reflection

With triumphant eyes and victorious smiles

we are truly amaqhawekazi

Nur-Aini Benjamin

Acting. Sounds simple right? Get up on stage and pretend to be someone you’re not, make a few funny faces. Easy-peasy, anyone could do it, heh?

Well, not actually. Acting is not as easy as it sounds – it requires a lot more strength than just ‘voice projection’ and ‘body language’. Claremont High’s very own Aimee Henderson would know, as she so bravely performed a monologue of Macbeth in the Shakespeare School’s Festival last week Wednesday. Those who attended the performance would know how spectacular it was – on stage. This goes for all the performances seen on that night. Behind the scenes pre-performance planning was emotionally, physically and mentally straining. It takes a lot to keep your Gr 11 academic life up to date whilst attending after school and weekend rehearsals, learning a gazillion Shakespearean lines and we all know what stage fright feels like – it’s only about 100 times worse than that feeling you get before doing a ‘measly-in-comparison’ class oral. Thus, to Aimee who conducted a one-woman show without growing a big head or losing her mind – we highly commend you.
The Shakespeare School’s Festival SA is a nationwide festival adapted from the UK’s festival, wherein many high schools put on a 30-minute abridged version of one of William Shakespeare’s greatest literary works. Organised and Directed by Kseniya Fillinova-Bruton, the festival started on Monday evening, with four performances per evening at the Artscape Theatre in Town. Wednesday night saw Aimee’s Macbeth performance as the opening act, followed by Camp’s Bay High’s Gr9s’ hilarious adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream –a love quad, a coloured boer, a sarcastic evil genius, and a Toni-Soprano-voiced fairy messenger – the audience was cracking up all the way through. I sure don’t regret missing seeing that pun-filled play. After a short recess, Camp’s Bay’s Gr 11s took to the stage to perform Othello, a spectacular performance following the story of love, loss, betrayal and a Shakespeare must – death. Closing the evening with a Shakespeare classic comedy Much Ado About Nothing was Wynberg boys and seven girls, the play consisting of a masqueraded party getting the audience dancing in their seats.
The evening wasn’t completely Shakespeare-filled, however. Hosted by comedian Daylin Thomas who had the audience wheezing with laughter with all his political jokes, the evening could not have run any smoother.

Some of the participants

Some of the participants

Taking part in the Shakespeare School’s Festivals has been an absolutely amazing experience. Thanks to Krystle D’uneville, Aimee’s Director, we have had such an amazing feel of being in theatre. Spending Wednesday at the Artscape was one of the most productive, fun-filled day’s I’ve spent absent from school. There is so much backstage work – lighting, stage work, sound – that goes into making a production happening, it’s just amazing; and so is the feel of being on stage with an audience screaming and applauding you. Our dressing room was just as fancy as the one’s on TV – with the bright light’s running all around the mirror. I definitely encourage as many of you to take part in the festival next year – whether you understand Shakespeare or not.

Founder’s Day Fun at CHS

Posted: February 13, 2014 in Latest post

by Buhle Xayimpi (pictures by Millan Chibba)

On the 6th of February 2014, Claremont High School was officially 3 years old. Wow!! What a toddler. We as a school did our best to celebrate this day by having a sports day a day after the official assembly with heart-warming speeches from Mr Broster and some of the pupils.

We had a wonderful day where, as a school, we were allowed to bond and have fun enjoying our school’s birthday. We were divided into 3 Houses, Blue, Yellow and Green. It was an exciting day and we had many activities where we could bond with our team members. Activities such as chairball, tug of war, continuous cricket, orienteering and a fun relay of wheelbarrows, rocks and painters. The Blue House won, but all in all, Happy Birthday Claremont High School.

Some pictures of the wonderful day below:

Chairball in action

Chairball in action

Dumisani drumming his team on while others watch the game

Dumisani drumming his team on while others watch the game

Sony and Milton ready for action

Ms Chapman getting drumming lessons from Lusindiso

Ms Chapman getting drumming lessons from Lusindiso

Getting ready for Tug of war

Getting ready for tug of war