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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

Author: Kasia Yoko
Date: 2013-12-06
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The doef sound of a muted base vibrates through my head I can't distinguish the song but I know it must be one of the latest hits. The Doef Doef Doef Doef Doef Doef Doef sound is occasionally disturbed by the sharp crack coming from the windowpane.

This year I was not so lucky as to escape the madness of rage. My boys were adamant that they were spending their holidays in Ballito, frankly I was petrified. I know that I cannot protect them from the madness and soon I will have to let them go completely but not just yet.

My husband who has been working in his own office joins me upstairs; he too cannot work through the noise. We walk onto the balcony and there is a rave going down in my back yard or it feels like its in my back yard in actual fact its about two blocks away but it feels like I own the rage. 

On my balcony I can hear the songs clearly and even suggest to my husband that we should go down to the beach and join the teenagers but we both are tired so we settle on the daybed and listen to it from the comfort of our own lounge.

As I start to get cosy I hear the sound of an ambulance and I sit up, as if I have been stroked by a lightening. My instinct is to start calling my boys just to make sure that the ambulance I hear approaching is not going to pick them up. 

I start with the call to the youngest, Dominic, at seventeen he usually picks up his phone and is good at keeping it charged. But there is no response on the other side so I attempt to call Damian, who at nineteen doesn't give a damn about much, but I am in luck. He picks up and assures me that they are at a friends' apartment on the beach and "All is cool mom, stop worrying."

It's easier said than done. I can hear on the other end of the line a huge party going down. Boys shouting and girls shrieking, I know that they are having a good time but I cannot stop worrying. There will be no sleep for me until they get home, only then will I be able to take my mind to slumber land.

I cannot imagine how little Lameez's mother, Zeenath Ayoob felt when she found out that her beautiful two-year-old baby girl had leukaemia, see story on page 22. 

It must be every parent's worst nightmare. As I read through Zeenath's heartache account of little Lameez's life I am balled over with pain. I feel Zeenath's suffering; there is no greater agony for any mother than to see their child in pain.

For Lameez the four walls of a hospital ward and constant discomfort is all she knows, yet everyone who reads Zeenath's story can helpif not financially then at least with prayer for baby Lameez's speedy recovery.

Keep yourself and your loved ones safe this crazy season!