Yellow Door
A wonderful distraction─── 15:31 Fri, 06 Jun 2014
A creative, light-hearted account of a moment shared with a younger brother many years ago. Thandi Xaba explains in a creative way why her brother remains her best friend and still share many similar moments
As head I into our spacious sitting room at home, bright and warm from the sun-rays that burst through the wide clear windows, I slowly sink into our three-seat brown fabric couch. My mission is to comfortably channel hop and get lost in the frilly, unreal world of television.
In the midst of my operation my vibrant and loud younger brother trots in, also comfortably taking a seat opposite me.
His youthful big eyes speak volumes of his satisfaction that I am relaxing with him. Thando defines chatter-box and does not hold back on thrilling me with details of his latest Playstation games.
His musky, cheap boy deodorant pierces my nostrils as he rapidly stands to demonstrate his action hero’s antics and fighting skills from the latest video game he recently bought. It’s then I realise how his grey shabby t-shirt and baggy, heavy looking khaki pants make him look younger than his age. At fifteen, I notice Thando looks like the klutzy ‘Rulph’ from his favourite cartoons Ed, Edd and Eddy.
He has grabbed my attention with his cheerful voice, burst of laughter and continuous waving of his arms. Swirling and making an effort to perfect the unreal game character, he expels a positive and contagious energy, clearly showing his excitement at imitating this violent creature.
I spot a brown tiny mole on the back of his head, remembering I also have one and so does my older brother, I wonder if we aren’t all a bit loony, at the thought of this, I chuckle. His medium-build, lanky body seems exhausted after his little silly demonstration and he then takes a seat next to me again.
I envy his smooth skin and edible looking facial features, though sun-hugged and stamped with slight scratches, I quickly wonder how he’ll look once he reaches my age.
It is Thando’s slightly deep voice sounding excited, that makes me light up inside. Hearing him talk and relaxing with him gives me extreme euphoria and I dread having to leave him. His silly and funny jokes fill the house with our laughter, leaving me to forget my exact mission for being in the lounge.
In the midst of my operation my vibrant and loud younger brother trots in, also comfortably taking a seat opposite me.
His youthful big eyes speak volumes of his satisfaction that I am relaxing with him. Thando defines chatter-box and does not hold back on thrilling me with details of his latest Playstation games.
His musky, cheap boy deodorant pierces my nostrils as he rapidly stands to demonstrate his action hero’s antics and fighting skills from the latest video game he recently bought. It’s then I realise how his grey shabby t-shirt and baggy, heavy looking khaki pants make him look younger than his age. At fifteen, I notice Thando looks like the klutzy ‘Rulph’ from his favourite cartoons Ed, Edd and Eddy.
He has grabbed my attention with his cheerful voice, burst of laughter and continuous waving of his arms. Swirling and making an effort to perfect the unreal game character, he expels a positive and contagious energy, clearly showing his excitement at imitating this violent creature.
I spot a brown tiny mole on the back of his head, remembering I also have one and so does my older brother, I wonder if we aren’t all a bit loony, at the thought of this, I chuckle. His medium-build, lanky body seems exhausted after his little silly demonstration and he then takes a seat next to me again.
I envy his smooth skin and edible looking facial features, though sun-hugged and stamped with slight scratches, I quickly wonder how he’ll look once he reaches my age.
It is Thando’s slightly deep voice sounding excited, that makes me light up inside. Hearing him talk and relaxing with him gives me extreme euphoria and I dread having to leave him. His silly and funny jokes fill the house with our laughter, leaving me to forget my exact mission for being in the lounge.
