SATURDAY

→  8 DAYS left, then goodbye Earth.

I was so ready to get some much-needed downtime alone with my PlayStation and PJs, but Mama and Tata woke me up at the crack of dawn to inform me that we were going to be holding a garage sale.

Why can't people just leave me alone? It's Saturday! "Please," I begged, with tears in my eyes, "Go away!"

I need PEACE! And RELAXATION!

Apparently, everything we own needs to be sold.

All proceeds from the sale were going to be donated to charity. Mama said we'd have no use for money on Mars, as there would be absolutely nothing to buy.

I wasn't completely convinced.

When I sold my skateboard and rugby ball, I kept the money. One never knows what aliens might find valuable.

Mama, Tata and Gogo didn't seem to mind what amount of money they got for our possessions, or who bought our stuff.

I, on the other hand, wanted to ensure that my stuff went to deserving kids.

I flat out refused to sell my PlayStation. Mama and Tata tried to reason with me, but I wasn't having any of it. It was time to stand up for my own rights.

I'd given up my time, my life, Mbali, my friends, etc., etc.... but giving up my PlayStation (as well as the TV) – that's where I draw the line!

The garage sale went on for the whole day.

It was actually quite traumatic, watching every item we owned (apart from my PlayStation and TV) being sold.

At the end of the day, we were left only with Gogo's broken antique vase, which Tata had superglued back together.

O O P S !