Science and Engineering Blogpost #4



Elastic potential energy is stored when the elastic band is wrapped around the axle. The more times the elastic band is wrapped around the axle the more potential energy there is. The axel is turned when the car is pulled backward. When released, the elastic band unwinds, thus making the axle and the wheels attached to the axle move as well. As the wheels move, most of the energy is transformed into kinetic energy, a very minute amount of the energy is transformed into thermal energy because of friction that is created when the axles and wheels turn. Once the elastic band has fully unwound, there is still momentum in the wheels as it carries further, so the car -itself- turns the axel in the opposite direction. When the car momentarily stops, as it catches itself, is the last part of where the potential energy is higher than the kinetic energy. The wheels catch themselves as the band won’t wrap itself any more around the axle. Thus the car is pulled back a little bit by the leftover kinetic energy.

I was successful in creating a product that is very effective, simple, and light. In the final product, there was almost no unnecessary weight to drag the car down. The cardboard in the final product is very light but very sturdy. There could possibly be more distance gained when the car moves, by the change in the length or type of elastic band chosen. An issue that arose while I made different prototypes was the rebound the car had; the car would go back after going forwards. In the final model, I was able to almost eliminate this through the usage of an elastic band rather than a rubber band.

There are some areas where I could improve this model. One is that the back left wheel (at the beginning of the video, the wheel that is fully in view in the top right corner) is wobbly, and not well connected. The connection between the wheels and the car should be stronger. A stronger base would probably be better too, as it would deduct the possibility of being broken. More time to hopefully be able to take out the rebound would have been better to make this product more efficient. I could have also made a top for this car, so it looks better and visual aesthetic for children.

If it were to be sold to a child though, it wouldn’t be as cool, flashy, or as small as other toy cars. But if it were in a pack in which the child would create the car I think it would do better, as it is very simple and straight forward. I believe that a child would also take more care of a toy and enjoy the toy longer, especially if they made it themselves, this is speaking from my own experience as a child.

Environmentally this would probably be sustainable, there are all kinds of different options one can choose to use to replace certain parts of the car. Most of the parts are very common and can be from recycled items. Also, this car doesn’t use any electrical energy, thus not producing any unwanted pollution. I would say though, that the wheels used to create the car, would be the hardest part for one to replace or use, as bottle caps aren’t very good as wheels. Overall this car is very versatile with the parts that are used to create it is very unique.

If this product was to be further I think that it would have a positive impact on the clients as when they begin building the cart, they would probably try out different methods and see how it changes the results of the cart. Along with the fact that the basic design is very simple, a lot of creativity is allowed for the kids to add on what they want. Overall I think that this would be a very good and fun opportunity for young children to try out and play around with the car.

Science and Engineering Blogpost #3

Day 1


First prototype: It did not move forward as there was no traction on the wheels. I came to the conclusion that this was as there was no weight pushing down the wheels. When the weights were added, the cart moved more than when there wasn’t weight.

Second prototype:

From the previous trials, I came to the conclusion that possibly it was the result of the wheels not being good enough. I put in small wheels that had traction, were bigger, and actually meant to be used in this sense. I also thought, that if small metal rods that would be used to connect the wheels would run more efficiently as there would be less friction between the metal and the straw. This idea did not work as the rubber band had no grip on the metal rod. Even with glue, the grip was very weak, which resulted in no movement.

Third prototype:

I went back to using wooden skewers as the axle. I still used the rubber band to build up the tension. After getting some feedback from other people, I was able to come to the conclusion that the cart could go further. There was another issue that was brought to light: the car would go backward after it went forward. I was unsure of how to fix this issue, so I build a pulley system that would pull up when pulled back but would drop once the car began to move forward. This system was very complicated, fragile, and malfunctioning often. With time running out I decided to try a different approach to the issue. I asked my teacher who gave me the idea that possible it was the rubber band that was causing this issue. With this in mind, I decided to focus on the rubber band and how it dictated how the car moved.

I’m not one hundred percent sure of why the rubberband would continuously have the car go backward, but I came to the conclusion that there was so much tension that was built up in the band when released it created the force to pull the car forward. But often there was a lot of energy created so the momentum would keep the car moving forward, which would then rewind the band. Once the band would reach its limit it would propel the car backward. Though with this explanation I’m still confused as to why the first prototype (when the weights were added) did not go back as well. I think that it didn’t go backward because there wasn’t enough force or tension.

Fourth prototype:

This prototype was more of an accident in the way that it came about. I was using a little bit of elastic band to push down a stopper in the pulley (from the third prototype.) When I began to fiddle with the elastic band, which gave me the idea that possibly the elastic band could replace the rubber band. I also made the skewer smaller so the wheels would be closer to the body. This prototype is the most efficient one, as it goes the furthest, the fastest and is very resilient.


This is a video that shows the prototypes that I created.

Final thoughts/Reflection: I think that the first prototype was a very naive approach to this project, as I only looked at three similar creations other people did. I don’t think though that it added much to the later on prototypes though. The second prototype was a better starting position than the first prototype. The third prototype by far was the most tedious on out of all the prototypes; it was very confusing, not well planned, very different than what my original plan was, and took a very long time to create despite there being no benefit of it. The fourth is what I would also like to consider as my final product as it is the most efficient prototype that I created in this time limit. I still think there are areas where I could do more though to improve it, I would need to do more research on what other people have done and compare the results. Also, I’m a little saddened by the fact that I was unable to create a top for the car.

Science and Engineering Blogpost #2



  • Focus on the bottom
  • Begin to cut the wood/cardboard
  • Put the bottom section together
  • Test if possible


  • Continue working on the bottom
    • Test if it works
  • Put the top section together at the end of class (10-15 minutes to do so)


  • Last minute add ons
    • Add details to the top part of the car
  • Connect the top section with the bottom section
  • anything left over


-Bottle caps (4)

-Straws (2)


-Rubber Bands (3 different types to see which is better)

-Paperclip (1)

Skewers(2)/toothpicks(around 6)


-Hot glue

-tape (duck tape) not sure about this one.


Models of the product:



Science and Engineering Blogpost #1

Define and Inquire

This engineering task is where we make a product that transfers, converts energy, a device to learn physics, or take a renewable energy source and convert it to electrical energy. Currently, I’m thinking about several different ideas of toys that could convert energy; like a wind-up train, or the toy cars that you pull back to build up tension in the springs.

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There are a few cons in this idea, as it is already created and I would need to make changes if I wanted to. I could make a robot that moves its arms to perform a task. I could also make it out of recycled stuff too/trash. Instead of having as a wind-up toy, it could be run by a rubber band, or could more with enough force of the wind.

Build a Rubber Band–Powered Car


Another idea is a hot air balloon, for physics that shows convection. There would be a small candle, on the bottom plate (hot glued). there would be strings/something to connect the hot air balloon with the cloth that would bring it up. The hard part about this would be finding the cloth, and finding a way so it doesn’t catch fire, but also works. Finding a material that is light enough to do the work, a good design, and time management will be problems. There are a few other problems with using a hot air balloon, so I don’t think I’ll do this one.

I could also make a wind turbine and make it into electrical energy. This would be by having large pieces of something that would be able to collect wind and have it connected to an engine, the engine would be connected to a light bulb to show the electrical energy. An example of what it looks like is in this video:

“A wind turbine captures the wind to produce energy. The wind makes the rotor spin; as the rotor spins, the movement of the blades drives a generator that creates energy. The motion of the wind turbine turning is called kinetic energy, this power is converted into electricity.”


I think that though, with the wind turbine, I couldn’t really test it much in class- I’m not sure if there is a fan. But also I’m not sure if anyone else would do this same idea too. But, there are a lot of pros with this it would very much meet the standards, and I could possibly look at real wind turbines to see how I could modify them to a smaller scale. But this would also be a con because I wouldn’t really know much of these things and I would be going into a completely new area of knowledge.

Artificial Joint

In Project Enable we learned about different disorders that people had, and how people address others who have disorders. Not only that but we also learned how innovation, science and technology can be used to help people with different disorders. We learned this so we are able to then create objects that would enable people with disabilities. In this project my disorder was Hemophilia A and B, a rare recessive bleeding disorder that lets people bleed for a prolonged period of time. I created an artificial joint to help people with Hemophilia, because people with Hemophilia often have joint bleeds, the synovial membrane breaks and blood goes into the space between the bones.

Swimming Unit Reflection

In this unit the students, chose a stroke or still in swimming that they wanted to work on or learn. Through out the unit, students would get to chose different skills to work on at a time. In this unit, I wanted to work on my Breast Stroke, diving, and flip turns.

In the beginning of the unit we made SMART goals; Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, Timely. My SMART goal was to be able to enter the water with a dive, then smoothly transition into free style, and at the end be able to do a flip turn, and transition back into freestyle. These two things would also help improve my time for free style, which was included in my goal. Not only that but my SMART goal also included to improve my breast stroke.

At the end of the unit I was able to add the dive and flip turn to free style. This is shown in the beginning of the first video of freestyle; in which I began in the water and stopped at the wall to turn for swimming back. In the group of videos that was taken I started out side of the water and dived in with a smooth transition into freestyle, and doing a flip turn. In free style I was able to keep my chin down which helped decrease drag and decrease time. Also from the high intensity training I was also able to build up more endurance, and stay swim free style longer.

Part of my goal was to work on the breast stroke. In the breast stroke I was able to work on keeping my head down, when I pull my arms back. In the beginning of the unit, that was shown in the first breast stroke video, when I pulled my arms to my chest I lifted my head and looked ahead of myself thus making it harder for me to swimming because of the drag. By the end of the unit I was able to keep my head down when I pulled my arms back.

I think that my biggest change was freestyle, because the dive and turn took a lot less time than what I originally did, which was start in the water and stopping on the other side of the pool before pushing off again. Also with the skill of keeping my head down when I swim I was minimize the movement of my body which would help me go through the water quicker, which made my body more in line which decrease drag and made me faster. If I was to continue working on this I would want to make my breast stroke kick better and increase my speed and skill in breast stroke, since in this unit I mostly focused on free style.

In conclusion this unit I was able to improve my time in free style by adding diving and flip turns, and I was also able to improve a little bit of my breast stroke.

Ignite Week 2017-2018

In this Ignite week I created a cake of my design. My successes were the first cake that I completed with the layers, fondant, frosting, and design. My first challenge was when I was practicing the frosting, the bags were constantly breaking so I had to put it in another bag to practice with constantly. Some other challenges was during baking the cake was getting the measuring tools, because since there were so few measuring tool it was a struggle to find them, and get them from other students. Also another challenge was the ingredients, this was a challenge because we had a limited amount of resources and getting there first with measuring tools was very hard. I grew in my chosen L21 focus area, because during our brain storming I was creating different ideas for the cake, after combining other’s ideas. I can share this evidence because On my Pinterest post of where I got my ideas there aren’t any with the design I had on my cake or what I was aiming for. In the future I will be needing this skill because through out life I will need to be creative with different ideas of how to solve issues. With creativity I will have an easier time coming up with solutions. Also with cake baking I will be able to bake cakes as birthday presents for people.

Ingrid- Ignite Process Journal and Digital Exhibition 17-18

The Giver Ending

Final response: paraphrase the ending of The Giver What’s your interpretation? Do you  like this ending? Why or why not? What alternative ending might you prefer?

I like The Giver‘s ending because it leaves mystery and confusion. When it leave mystery and confusion, it makes me think more about the story more and sometimes makes me want to read the sequel (if there is one). In the ending it sounds as if Jonas died, but on page 179, ” For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing.” In the society there never was singing (that they talked about), there also was never any singing in any of his memories. So when he was able to recognize this is the first time I’ve ever heard music, it shows that there may be a chance that he is found and saved. Which means that he may live with Gabriel. But that is up for debate, which I think makes the ending very good since it is a cliff hanger and makes people argue on how it ends. I don’t really think that there would be a better ending, since I liked this ending but a sequel about their new life, would be nice.

The Giver: The Importance of Pain

Pain is something most people don’t want to remember, but most of the time we learn something from it. Pain is an experience that is unpleasant which makes it stand out from our other memories and has us treasure our more happier memories more.

People are able to learn from pain since it’s unpleasant then we don’t want to repeat it, unless you are insane and have a problem in your head. But for the majority of people they don’t want to relive bad stuff. They want to forget it, and leave it alone. Mostly people are able to ignore the memories that they don’t want, since it is different but it takes time for people to forget it, because pain leaves a mark which can metaphorically be a scar. people who have experiences they don’t want to remember push it to the back of their mind, but they almost always learn a lesson, because they don’t want to go through it again.

In The Giver, there isn’t any pain and the emotions are very limited. There isn’t any real happiness or real pain. There can’t be any real emotions because you have to experience extremes of emotions, to really understand what the feeling is like. If you only have happiness you begin to think it’s normal, and don’t know pain. so you can’t call it happiness because it’s normal for you. But if you have only pain you also think it’s normal, since you don’t know what happiness is. When you have both you are able to contrast and compare the feelings and get a better more descriptive, meaningful explanation of what happiness is and what pain is.

When people are able to have an explanation of what happiness is and what pain is they are able to treasure and understand the meaning, of other emotions like pleasure, content, and bad ones people don’t like a lot, like jealously, anger, sadness and so forth.

In The Giver, in some ways it was good since people didn’t know what pain was, but because of that they weren’t able to understand many others, and miss lots of memories, since everything is the same. There isn’t anything different, so they think everything that they have is the same and this is how it is supposed to be. When people think that everything is a certain way, then there isn’t any reason to keep memories, and memories loose value since there isn’t anything different. Memories are remembered, because it is different than everything else, something makes it stand out.

Since people in The Giver society don’t know of pain so in a way it is good, that everything is the same. But with out pain there is nothing different, because when something changes there is normally someone or something that suffers. With no pain then the society doesn’t advance. To us, who are raised in different areas, with different experiences, and memories The Giver society is foolish. In some ways though it is a utopia, since there isn’t any pain, sorrow, war. But it can only e a utopia, since the society learned from the mistakes of the past, and made solutions so that it wouldn’t happen to them. It’s very stable, but with difference it can cause a huge problem.

In conclusion pain is important because we remember what was painful and how it changed our surroundings and life. Pain also helps us develop in to the people we are today, since the majority of us learn from our mistakes and don’t want to repeat it. With out pain we can’t become more, different, or anything more evolved.

Boahimaa Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Blah, blah, blah…”this is all I heard from the teacher. To be honest I used to hear and pay a good amount of attention when we learned different stuff in math, science, or English. Lately I haven’t paid attention at all since I now have no hope of getting an education. Right now I’m looking at a piece of paper with my schedule for he day. After school, I have work, more work, and work. Then go visit my brother who is now in a hospital in Maseru, because Tumelo, my younger brother, wants to see him. The problem is that he isn’t really aware of how dangerous it is for me to take him there, since Lesotho has the highest rate of rape by the UN people. It’s even more dangerous for me to go there since I’m a little girl, I don’t have a father, and my older brother can’t help me since he is very ill. Course I can’t Tumelo this because he’ll freak out and worry a lot more. And that’s the last thing I need right now.

“Boahimaa. Boahimaa! BOAHIMAA! B-O-A-H-I-M-A-A!” screeches my teacher feebly trying to get my attention, with both hands on my desk.

“Uh?” I try to figure out what’s going on then I notice that I fell asleep. Uh, Oh! I heard a few  snickers from Kehmuile and Chipo. Everyone else was looking at me as if I was some sort of alien. But of course they don’t know what happened and the Boahimaa they know is always paying attention in class and always has the best answer to a question. But still. Embarrassing.

“Sorry ma’am!” I respond frantically.

“Boahimaa, … meet me after class,” the teacher sighs walking past.

The rest of class was a bore not much happened. We learned about all kinds of other stuff. I paid little attention. Thinking about a plan to avoid the mean people in the city. I though I may be able to have a friend’s brother come with me, since there are very few adults. The problem is that there aren’t that many people who have free time. If I have money I could pay them, since they need jobs, ‘cause the adults are mostly dead because of AIDs. … But … I don’t have any money because I used all my saved money on my brother who is very ill. So I can’t do that. What will I tell Tumelo? Ummm… I could ask the doctor… she helped me last time… but… there are lots of other people who need her help… so no…

As the teacher said, after class I went to the front. Normally I’m one of the better students and I don’t need to be there at the front. It’s kind of embarrassing.

“Boahimaa… What’s going on? Last week you were the top of the class, getting the best grades and aiming to get the best education possible! You even worked extra hard to gain enough money to go on to secondary school! … Yesterday I let you go because you could have just had a bad day. But for you to be like this for several… or even two days just isn’t like you.”

I didn’t really hear anything, but I heard best grades, secondary school. The only reasons I even heard those words because she emphasized them. Besides what good is this going to do me? I can’t achieve my goal any more… Wait! ! Looks like she is wrapping things up. Better nod my head. … Good! Now apologize. … Looks like she is buying my apology. … Wait for it … Wait for it … almost there. …. Waii-Yes! I’m of the hook!

   After the teacher nods and says I can leave I scuttle out of the classroom. I used to like it there but now it just doesn’t feel right, since I can’t do anything. Now I need to pick up Tumelo from his bosses. … Hum. Weird even though child labor is bad we still have a lot of it in Lesotho… well… can’t blame the kids, there is like… what? SO very few adults here since most died of AIDs.



Weird… Boahimaa has been acting weird lately… I even heard a few rumors around, about her last week her brother didn’t show up for work and before that he wasn’t feeling well. Also I also heard that her younger brother Tumelo wants her to walk her home… but that doesn’t fit her description of him… and that also doesn’t fit the description of what others think of him. They say he has been trying to act grown up by going home by him-self when Uuka, his older brother, had to go to other jobs, and that he thinks family is really important. Something had to of happened. I think as I lean back on my chair with my feet propped up on my desk.

KNOCK, KNOCK! THUMP! What the heck? Who in the world knocks that hard? I look up from where I am on the ground. Crud biscuits… I was SO shocked I feel over… What a disgrace! I’m a foreigner in another country, I learned self defense when I was little, because I wanted to come here and help the people. I think quietly as I stand up, setting my chair back where it was and making my-self presentable.

Once I’m done I stroll over. I cautiously open the door, hoping it isn’t another one of those rapists. But to my surprise I see a short thin man dressed in a little dirty white cloth, a necklace with the cross on it dangling around his neck.

“I’M HERE! MA’AM! JUST AS YOU SAID! NOW WHAT DO YA’ WANT TO TALK ABOUT?” he shouts throwing his arms out above his head.

“Oh! Mr. …” I try to remember his name before I’m cut off.

“Just call me Mr. Pastor! Ma’am,” He says politely, bowing down with one leg straight out in the front, his arms spread out like a wings curved down.

“I asked you to talk about Boah-“

“BOAHIMAA, UUKA, TOMELO? YA’ WANT TO TALK ABOUT THOSE GREAT KIDS? WHY?” he shouts with a look of surprise written on his face.

“Shush! They don’t know I asked you to come here!”

“Oh! Why do you want to talk about those kids? They are the definition of mannered people!” he whispers using his had a shield, his eyes big as plates eager to hear what I have to say.

“I heard you the first time…” I sigh.

“Anyways, Boahimaa has been acting weird lately and her younger brother Tumelo too. I haven’t seen their older brother (Uuka) lately either. Do you know what’s going on? Bohimaa’s grades have plummeted, and she hasn’t been paying any attention at all.” I desperately ask trying to get information from him.

“No not really but Uuka hasn’t returned to work lately, Boahimaa has been taking a lot more jobs. … Something could of happened to their mother…”

“What happened?” I ask frantically.

“Don’t know… I just heard about it from some people talking.” He says rubbing his chin.

“Who? Maybe I can talk to them!” I say eagerly.

“Don’t think that’s goanna happen, … cause you may look like you’re from Lesotho, but you’re still not from here. And if ya’ ask they will hear your accent and not wanna talk to ya’.” He says, now scratching his chin.

“Mr. … Umm.”

“I ain’t Mr. Umm! I’m Mr. Pastor!” He says dropping his had from his face.

“Sorry! Mr. Pastor! But if I get you… uh… some bananas will you go ask those people whom you heard the rumors form?” I feebly ask.

Banana? YES! Of course! Only if I get the precious bananas!” he says clapping his hand like a joyful child, “But they need to be fresh! Even though you will need to go to the bigger cities where they sell fresh bananas!”

“Of course Mr. Pastor,” I say politely, while he jumps up and down rushing to the door. But just as he is about to leave he turns around with an unusual serious expression on his face.

“One thing may be that her brother is ill and may die soon,” he says gravely with a frown plastered on him.


“Anyways bye!” he says turning his frown upside down. He jumps out onto the road out-side. As he strolls back home he sings a banana song. I watch in amusement. I’ve never seen an elderly change moods that quickly! Anyways I got to find out what’s going on. I begin to brainstorm as I pack up to go home, then to the big city.



“So then Tathinaia said her name meant high value, in English. But Torkwase maybe thought it was insult then they got fight, big time! Then Titilayo say they have to be happy because Titilayo means ‘eternal happiness’ she says. Which meant they all had to be happy,” Tumelo was saying as I drifted off in to my own world. Grammar that’s one thing he needs to work on. I hope we hear from Mom soon. Before she let she told me that once in a while, when she can, she send us some money. I also need to begin to get working a lot. Someone needs to make sure that Tumelo is working on his education and stays safe. May be Afryea can help, but then she may need some more information… But I think she’ll respect what I don’t want to say. So once we get back to the village I can… wait! It’ll be to late. … Tomorrow I’ll tell Afryea. No! ASK her. We are leaving the big city of Maseru where Uuka is staying. Hopefully we can avoid the bad guy areas as Tumelo ways.

“…But Torkwase then got really angry, they argued a lot! In the end They all were unhappy. Since then they haven’t talked to each other,” Tumelo says talking about the latest news as we walk quickly towards the edge of the city. At the edge of the city we’ll use my bike and quickly go back home. I don’t like this city. Hopefully we can get out of here as quick as possible.

“Hey here is the hospital. You go in and talk to Uuka. I’ll wait out here.”

“Boahimaa… why don’t you go in too?” Tumelo asks looking up at me.

“Well don’t you have some big boy things to talk about with him? Besides after you talk to him I need to come here later and talk about important stuff,” I inform Tumelo.

“Okay…” he sighs, as he opens the door. After he closes the door I hear him talk with Uuka. I lean against the hallway. The building seems to be mostly well run down. The hallway is closed but the guest or lobby place is open to the world.

Soon a nurse comes over and asks me to go to the lobby. I politely agree, once she leaves I open the door to Uuka’s room and tells Tumelo I’ll be out in the lobby.

“Boahimaa! Stay safe and don’t over work you-self! Don’t talk to strangers. ‘kay?” Uuka warns from where he sits, “Tumelo will be out soon.”

“Kay,” I quietly say as I close the door and walk towards the packed lobby. In the house it’s a lot quieter… it’s nice to hear Uuka’s voice again, and to see he’s doing well. I think as I lean against the wall waiting. But soon it’s so full I have to go outside where it’s more dangerous, because there is like… no one on the street. This feeling is very eerie. After a while…

“Hey pretty!” a random guy says walking up to me as if he knows everything about me. I quickly share a look with Tumelo and we both take a step back.

“Please leave us alone,” I say putting up my other hand in defense. Crud! We are, No more like I’m in huge trouble. In school we learned about these types of people. They have AID and they believe in weird rumors about how to get rid of AIDs! Please help us God! Please!

“I can’t leave a flower like you unattended!” he says grabbing my arm, pulling me to follow him. I struggle as much as possible, using my feet to kick him, teeth to bit. I feel something come over my mouth preventing me to scream. I continue to scratch and whack with all my strength, but pulling a bag over my body and lifting me up he acts as if nothing happend. I feel him carrying me to who knows where! Please someone help!! I try screaming but I can’t. I begin to wiggle and kick hoping that someone will notice!

I hear a familiar voice, but I can’t find out who it belongs to. I’m able to make out a few words. They are both boys, only guys can reach that deep of a voice. Yelling at each other… arguing? Is the one trying to help? I continue to wiggle, but now fill with some hope I begin to use my head to hit the guy and my legs kick as much as possible. WHAM!! Am I falling? I don’t feel the guy holding me anymore! THUD! Ouch!

“Are you okay?” a boy of average height says, as he pulls me out of the bag. He is sitting on his knees; he has a helmet on his head covering his face. … Something about him looks familiar, no just his voice.

“Boahimaa?” the boy says in a shocked expression, “What in the world where you doing in a bag?”

“Abiola! Than you SO much!” I say with tears running down my cheeks as I embrace my savior.

“Ha! What are you doing in Maseru?” Abiola says untangling himself from my grip, standing up.

“Tumelo wanted to talk to Uuka, so yeah,” I say taking his hand and pulling myself up.

“Uuka is in the city?” he asks me looking confused, “Why? You guys are always in the country why would you come here with Tumelo? Is your secondary school here? ‘Cause I remember had a dream of getting a good education. Oh, … did your mom remarry?”

“What? No!” I exclaim, “Uuka became very ill, so I used the money I saved for secondary school to get him the treatment he needs, but he is still needed in the hospital.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about that. If you want I can help you,” he offers.

“No thank you, it would be too much of a burden for you,” I respond feeling guilty for some reason.

“No really! Besides how are you going to watch Tumelo, because knowing you, you’re goanna work really hard,” he informs me crossing his arms.

“I’m thinking about asking one of my friends to look out after him,” I say feeling a little more confident.

“What if she says no?” he responds quickly.

“… I doubt that she’ll say no, cause she thinks he is an angel, ‘cause he is SO nice,” I sigh.

“Tumelo? An angel? I remember him as a cry baby,” Abiola says as if he’s thinking to him-self.

“Of course he cried! He was a baby!” I shout back.

“Yes ma’am, I’m very, very sorry,” he says politely. I think there may be some sarcasm in his voice. Oh well! He apologized.

“Wow! That trick really does work,” he murmurs to himself.

“What trick?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing!” he responds.

“Boahimaa! That’s were you are!” Tumelo shouts! Running towards me. At the last moment he jumps on to me hugging my legs, making it hard for me to steady myself.

“Tumelo? Is this him?” Abiola asks bending down to inspect Tumelo. I nod as an answer.

“Boahimaa, who is this guy? Is he your boyfriend?” Tumelo asks looking up at me. Abiola and I both look at each other confused. My face is completely flushed.

“No! Of Course no! First of I have no time to date! Besides if I did what in the world makes you think I would date this loon?” I inquire trying to hide my discomfort on this subject.

“Hey! Who are you calling a loon?” Abiola asks amusingly, probably trying to hide his own awkwardness on this subject. “Anyways I need to go back to my job. But remember my offer? Got it?”

“Remember I can also help,” he says over his should as he walks away.


To be continued…