21st Century life - by Panna Moloabi

We crave the sweet feeling of being #flawless everywhere we go.

The taste lingers in our mouths almost forcing you to get some of that sweet perfection. 

Today, I open my Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or Tumblr and 63 people have admitted they like my face.

I'm also my dream guy's the #wcw of the week,

That's the sweetest gesture known to man according to me.

I will never know the stomach-twisting feeling of being told in person that they like me because,

A simple #wcw is the next bet thing since raw feeling.

The woman down the street got murdered,

I started a #savelives campaign on Instagram for people to use as support,

We all know we aren't actually going to take action.

My Twitter account over-flows with airbrushed body's and faces but for me,

No... no, for  me that is #goals

Ghosts ridicule me each time I cry over a models body less real that they are.

On Sunday, I had lunch with my family.

The whole world NEEDS to know everything that happens during my day so I must take a #yum.

I went to the mall but 100 people seeing my #socute outfit is not enough so I must #ootd it on Twitter.

I'm too much of a wimp to tell my crush how I feel about him so instead, I choose to comment #mcm on his only post that got him 330 followers.

I've lost the quality of feeling somewhere along the line,

The only way I know how to communicate is by using emojis.

Each sentence I type contains at least one em

I've been living in such an artificial world, 

I don't even know who I am or used to be but...

That's normal for everyone.

Its normal for everyone and isn't that all that matters? 

Appearing normal to everyone else even though you don't know who you are...?

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Riddles and Jokes by Maya Hattingh and Amy Collins

A: What is a cat's favourite treat?
Q: Mice-cream.

A: What has eyes that cannot see?
Q: A potato.

A: What has eyes that cannot see, a tongue that cannot taste and a sole?
Q: A shoe.

A: I have a face and 2, sometimes 3 hands - what am I?
Q: A clock

A: Why did the boy eat his homework?
Q: The teacher told him it was a piece of cake.

A: How many villains does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Q: Two. One to do the job, and the other one to kill him and take credit for it.

A: Why did the cow cross the road?
Q: It was the chicken's day off.

A: You buy me to eat but never eat me. What a I?
Q: A plate.

A: I have three kittens named Mopsie, Topsie and Jill. What is their mother's name.
Q: Their mother's name is What.

A: What do you get when you cross a cat and a parrot? 
Q: A carrot.

Gr 6 Excursion - Leadership Camp - by Caitlyn Miller

From September the 5th to the 7th the Gr 6's made their way to Jubaweni Leadership camp where we learned about team work and got to know our classmates better. The cabin I was in was extremely nice and clean, and the girls i shared it with were super kind and funny. The first day we got to do the obstacle course where we had to work together to get to the finishing line. There were a few injuries such as thorns in our heels and falling tires, but nothing majorly serious. That same evening we did the night march, which got creepy after a while. The next day we did the Water Olympics and we went to a dam where we had to build a mud farm. For the kids who wanted to - they could zip-line into the dam. After lunch - which was hamburgers - we did the main obstacle course where we leopard-crawled through smelly mud and had to boost each other over a high log. That night we also did a play for the teachers and after dinner we played 'stalk the lantern'. On the last day we did a game drive and we got to go on a slip and slide. The food was brilliant and I am so happy to have gotten the chance to go on it. If i could i would do it all over again.

•Teenage Bliss• a poem by Panna Moloabi

So much for people to judge you on.

Skin, hair & looks.

Giving in to peer pressure becomes so easy.

We get pressured and we pressure others,

It's a way of life.

We want independence but we're too lazy to work. 

I guess this is just part of the Teenage Bliss.

•Heartbeat• a poem by Panna Moloabi

She lays in her bed wide awake at midnight,

Surrounded with nothing but silence

She sits... waiting for nothing short of a miracle to happen but she knows nothing is coming.

 She has no company but her heartbeat,

It pounds against her chest, much like an angry caged animal longing to be free.

She wants to be free but she has nothing but her heartbeat to guide her.

The pounding in her chest gets louder...angrier.

The violent thuds travel to her heart through her throat,

A lump forms.

The pounding in her chest is now also in her head, gradually getting worse.

Perhaps it's a sign that I'm living and not just existing.

Her heartbeat... the rhythm of her soul.