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

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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

Back to school

Posted: February 10, 2014 in Latest post
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by Mikhail Amod

So begins yet another year of work, studying, some fun, and more work. When the 4th of December graced all of the hard working students across South Africa last year, 41 days seemed like an eternity in utopia. Absolute freedom and zero work. However it faded away so quickly I still think it’s the 26th of December. How time flies.

Now we’re back. Last year we came, we saw and we conquered. Now we have to do it all over again. And they say in Grade 11 you do more work than a fit black man in America in the 19th century. Suddenly instead of thinking what I’ll be doing this weekend I’m now thinking which university I should aim for. Parents suddenly go all Margret Thatcher-like and rain down on you with an iron fist. No going out, no TV for extended periods and no procrastinating. We just say “Okay I’ll stop all that tomorrow because I’m watching TV right now.” Later we ask them if we can go to Cavendish with friends.

This year we all say we are going to work hard. I should start by doing my homework. Coming back to school gives me great joy. I love everyone at school and find much comfort with engaging in conversation with them. And I love my teachers. Do I come across as a nerd? Maybe!

Imrah Kamedien

School.

Did you just get that feeling? That panicky “school-friends-teachers-work-bleh” feeling that most of us have when packing our bags or walking through those sad, sad gates.

As I walked past all the new students, grade eights and those few random transfers, their faces reflected that first-day-of-school feeling. I felt pretty bad for laughing a little bit inside at how nervous they looked, but I couldn’t help but go “aww”, when seeing all those tiny grade eights begging their parents not to go yet. Is it just me, or are grade eights getting shorter?

I think the anxiety gets less and less each year, because I was actually slightly excited. Most of the grade elevens were, “One and three quarter years until high school is over, yay!” Grade eleven is that good “in between” year. Where you have all the excitement of school being nearly over, and less stress of final exams. Where you’re one year closer to your matric ball, and one year away from crying over the biology textbook that you’re trying to study. One year closer to leaving school, and a year away from having no actual responsibilities. That is what each year of school is to us- just, “one year closer to…”

School means the end of the holidays, fun and not getting up until noon- and the start of heavy bags, headaches and uniforms. School also means seeing your friends, your favourite teachers or that cute boy/girl that waved at you once.

School is place to reinvent yourself and make friends with people you never thought you would. It is a place to be yourself and to meet people who like the real you.

So, to the students who are actually reading this: good luck, you’ll need it to work “longer and harder.” Oh, and remember that you’re one year closer to achieving your goals and dreams, whether it’s frying nuggets at McDonald’s or landing on Mars.

(A side note: be cool, stay in school.)

Story

Posted: November 23, 2013 in Latest post

Jesse(grade 8)

Once we arrived at Ratanga Junction, my uncle Mark; my mother’s youngest brother, paid me ten rand to ride it with him and the rest of my family. As we got on, I anxiously waited for the ride to get to the top, expecting the heart-stopping drop and its screams to follow.

It was taking longer to drop than when I would see people riding it, but at that single moment when I wasn’t expecting it, it came. That close to 90 degrees drop which lead to multiple spirals and loops. In the middle of the first loop, I started opening my eyes, realising that it wasn’t as scary as I always thought it would be. I was smiling for the rest of the ride and surprisingly, I never screamed, once!

For that, I got an extra five rand. After that I wanted to go again but it was closing time so we had to leave. We were lucky because it was the last ride of the day. On our way walking to the car realised that my fear of it wasn’t because of the loops, but of the cave which is the entrance to the ride. In the sides of the cave were snakes blocked by (hopefully) a strong piece of glass.

I have a phobia of snakes so getting through there was the hardest part. This was the final time I did something I have promised myself never to do again. Riding the Cobra. A year later, I broke that promise by riding it again, and probably will continue to break that promise.

The Girl

Posted: October 28, 2013 in Latest post

By: Sagel Kundieko (Grade 8)

 

There I was doing the same thing I’ve been doing in two weeks. Running but getting nowhere. It was dark around me except in front of me and The Monster behind me.

The Monster looks like a centaur but it has wings. His job is to find The next Girl but he can only take the Her if She wants to go. He comes to Her every night and chases Her into The LIGHT. The girl is supposed to rule over the LIGHT City. You will wonder why I didn’t want to go. It’s because The She has to protect The LIGHT People from The DARK City. The DARK City stole the Thing of The LIGHT City, The Thing is the protection of the LIGHT People.

All The GIRLs never return once they meet the ruler of The DARK City. The People think that They are prisoners of The Dark Angel. The vision always comes at 10 o’clock that’s because I am The 10th Girl. According to the principles of the LIGHT City, the 10th Girl is supposed to defeat the Dark Angel. Being The Girl does not mean that you are not human anymore, but in The City you become a fairy.

The lady who told me all this, at school, is my guide, she told me that it was important for me to go and I did.This is my story on how I became The last and right Girl that saved light city.