The wars in the paradise of the high and mighty

THE SOPHISTICATES, And THE RETICENT, And FLETCHER HIGH SCHOOL.

(A true account?)

There were two groups of “A”-Level boys at Fletcher High School in the mid-to-late 80’s. They can loosely be identified as follows;

Bouncing ball

The first group consisted of former group A skool boys, and or those of an urban upbringing.

They were boisterous and confident and had style. They listened to funk music, and the streetwise among them were proficient in a dance called “robot,” and most of them spoke fluent english through the nose using a fashionable foreign accent.

They pulled up the sleeves of their skool blazers to expose the long white sleeves of their shirts and walked with a springy swag. They knew by heart all the words of Michael Jackson’s songs, and because of their dazzling fashionable ways, they were an instant hit with the girls.

We will call them “The Sophisticates.”

In total contrast to The Sophisticates, the second group of “A” Level Fletcher High Skool boys of the mid-to-late 80’s, were boys from former group B skools and or those who hailed from rural areas, and or poor families.

They were reticent and listened to James Chimombe and Paul Matavire and were ignorant about the characters in the latest action movies, but most of them understood the wisdom inherent in dagga.

They were more philosophical in their outlook on life than their sophisticated urban counterparts. They identified with their own upbringing. And so they adapted a popular song and sang it thus;

“I’m a lower student at
Fletcher High School

Don’t cry if l fail

I’m a lower student at
Fletcher High School.”

Most of them loved opaque beer and secretly patronised Senga Beer Hall and consumed Go-Beer with all its dregs and commiserated with each other about their humble station in life.

They were terrified of girls.

We will call them “The Reticent Lot.”

The Reticent Lot despised The Sophisticates, but The Reticent Lot secretly hated themselves for envying The Sophisticates.

For The Reticent Lot, it was impossible not to admire such pomp, it was also impossible not to admire the brazen courage required to approach girls which The Sophisticates flaunted; something difficult for The Reticent Lot to fathom.

The Sophisticates were good at both pomp and girls.

The Reticent Lot were hopeless at both.

Annually, Fletcher High School threw an end of year party for its departing learners.

The skool authorities allowed the boys to bring their girls to a dinner hosted by the skool. Afterwards, there would be a dance, which The Reticent Lot called Disco

It was a much anticipated event, with The Sophisticates oiling their charming skills, while The Reticent Lot sharpened their drinking skills.

At such an event, the role of The Reticent Lot was to see.

Wait and see was truly their role, but in truth, they see and wait.

And so the Reticent Lot saw how The Sophisticates fussed over their outfits and boasted about the beauty of their annual function dates.

The Reticent Lot also observed how the most beautiful girl at Fletcher was double crossing two members of The Sophisticates, Madombwa and Mabande.

The Reticent Lot placed a bet on who between Madombwa and Mabande would win the girl, and most of them, in their dagga induced wiisdom, agreed Madombwa would win.

They were wrong.

Mabande enticed the girl and pulled her out of the window of the Hall where the disco played and the two lovebirds left Madombwa out in the cold.

And the Reticent Lot observed how Madombwa’s gang waited for the return of Mabande, and saw how Madombwa and his gang pounded Mabande to pulp, right at the entrance of bay 4 in Hano Hostel.

The Reticent Lot were shocked to see that there is no peace in paradise.

The Reticent Lot.

They see, and wait.

(This is a work of fiction. The writer dissociates himself from any attempt by the reader to associate it with real life characters and events. And in particular, the writer refutes any interpretation which may or might be placed on this article by Mike Papalika, biblical or otherwise). https://masvingomirror.com

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