A day in a life and home of a child an informal settlement

This morning I was sleeping peacefully when that deafening rooster woke me up I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t I decided to take a walk. I strolled through the town and the fresh air blowing through my hair the sun began to rise .I watched as the sun reflected of the shacks I saw some of the shops opening up so walked back to my shack.

My mom was still waking up she asked where I had been I said I went for a walk she said to me thank goodness your back you need to get dressed for school .
I honestly hated school but mom says you need to have a proper education. I didn’t  hate school because of the work, it was because of the three bullies they would always pick on me and my friend Lizzy.

I walked to Lizzy’s shack, and we walked to school together but as we arrived at school no surprise Nelson,Sheila and jack were there, the school bully’s .They called me and Lizzy all types of names it was very annoying I didn’t like it at all. Finally class started we did maths and English. After that it was break it was cold and wet and the tare was wet and black the sun hid behind the clouds. I was so hungry my stomach began to rumble Lizzy was lucky, she had lunch but she didn’t have much she was so kind to me to let me have someone her lunch  the bell rang and we all went in side.

After break we did Afrikaans I found it hard to pronounce some words, after all I am 13. The Afrikaans is difficult and my classroom isn’t the best . It is made from corrugated iron and and there are only a couple of desks so we were all squished
together. There weren’t enough text books for all of us  which made it very difficult to learn for a test. Social Science was the last subject for the day after school I strolled through the street .I had to make dinner for my family my parents worked really late so when they came back from a long day at work dinner was ready. I probably cut myself every time I cooked for my family after cooking I did my homework .


I always wonder how the rich people live if they have piles of matresses to sleep on. I wish I had a proper house to live in with a brick wall and a fluffy pillow just like a cloud and when I put my head down it is the softest thing imaginable. I wish everyone had a proper house but I guess it will only happen in my dreams