Language: Love and Marks

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INSTRUCTIONS: Read through your Study Guide and answer the following questions. Section A: Thinking
Use your journal to answer the following questions (this is a reflection exercise. Do not submit) Activity 1
What is love?
Activity 2
Is there such a thing as love at first sight?
Activity 3
Do you know how your parents or grandparents met?
Activity 4
a. Write a list of the commitments you have in life (such as relationships, work, studies, community work, your social life).
b. Rank your commitments in order of importance. What values do you think drive your ranking?
c. How do you balance all these commitments?
Activity 5
Compare your responses with those of your study group members. 8
Section B: Language (Submit)
Read the following story and answer the questions that follow. 1. It was in 1997 when we first met.
2. I first saw Mimmy on one of my visits to Soshanguve to see my homeboys. My friends were tenants in a certain house with backrooms. There were two backrooms in that yard, one for gents and the other for ladies. Mimmy rented one of the rooms. 3. Unlike other love stories, ours was not love at first sight. (Q. 10), I visited a number of occasions before I really noticed that there was this young woman in particular. You know how mischievous boys are! But, for my friends and me, mischief meant just talking about girls.

4. Most of the time when I was visiting my friends, Mimmy would either be busy or not be there at all. That didn’t bother me that much. Mimmy was reserved and she seemed not to notice us or other people for that matter, she seemed somewhat oblivious to the comings and goings of people around her. Don’t get me wrong here, I don’t mean that she was rude. I mean she would only greet us and go her own way while the other girls would greet us and chat a bit.

5. I realized that she was not like the other girls.
6. I was intrigued; I decided to approach her to get to know her better. I remember very well the first time I approached her. She was wearing a long navy dress with buttons from the chest down. Because we were making noise in front of the backrooms, she decided to go to the back of the house with her books. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, I saw her and followed her. She was studying, but in a naughty way I decided to interrupt her. 7. I introduced myself first and asked for her name. I asked why she was studying outside – that is where I got the noise story. I was fascinated, mine was just to understand what kind of a person this was, who didn’t mingle with others. But I got more than what I had bargained for.

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8. After that ‘first’ meeting, I found myself visiting my homeboys more often. On my visits I realized Mimmy and I had many things in common and from then on we became friends. We spent hours doing different things. We went to the library together. We went to gym together. We jogged together. We even accompanied each other as we went grocery shopping. I started to understand what people mean when they say they have friends with whom they share ideas and life experiences. Mimmy was such a friend. When I had an interesting or disturbing occurrence, I would go and visit her just to talk to her about it. 9. Then, my visits started to be more for Mimmy than my homeboys. Our friendship was raising eyebrows. Many of our friends thought we were in love, but we both knew we were just friends. I never imagined that we would be lovers because we were such good friends. In fact, I used to think that one day I would be one of the VIPs at Mimmy’s wedding celebration!

10. When it was time for school holidays, I felt that the days were too long. I actually realized that I was actually missing Mimmy. Then it dawned on me that that was a different kind of friendship. I remember two of my friends asking me about Mimmy in terms of her being a beautiful woman. Somehow I felt jealousy creeping up on me. It gradually became clear that, “I love this woman. I am in love”! You can...
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