Days
flipped as I witnessed the outrageous malice in the wonderful world as they
brand it. I watched; I played; I slayed; I swayed yet answers seemed continents
apart. My graduation drew near; all along my dearest friends and
comrades muted for sure. It was like a pure satellite disconnection. Friend vocabulary
was breached like a decaying carcass. Israel, France, Aussie, South America to
China some flew for further studies. Corporate world selective affinity
to the who is whose son or daughter.my peasant hood dichotomy betrayed me;
outright lacking any efficient effective circle that could otherwise fertilize
a healthy connection for an opportunity to show up. I slayed, stranded and
reverting backward home. The simmering mirages of a deserted Kambaland clearly blurred my hopes. Communal pressure drew its fangs closer and sharper. Every granny and teenager posing unanswerable questions. I felt a failure for once;
for all of them sort me as their aggregate Savior. All the same I can’t allow
the current situation pin me down
All
along the graduation heat and fun was boiling furiously until it almost spit out
of my control. The community wanted to know where,when,and how the big party will take
place. Deep down all the jittering ululation and happiness proved how malicious
the world was. Family friends providing crates upon crates of beer, with a motorcade
already prepared for my homecoming. This was the ultimate time for my entire community
to have a glimpse of the magnificent rift valley. A recreation option already
ripe after 10 yrs. of village immobility. “Wamama wa chama” provided a chance to
have a marching suit made from the famous Mijikenda Kitenge. Their faces full of
hopes and their mouth springing …waterfall of blessings, good luck and amazing wonderful
wishes #savior has been born, they all branded!! The most awaited trophy was
already here.
Million questions kept poking my
mind. Daunting and tainting my future prosperity. Hopeless now was a carnal
wedge address. No deal maturing. No vacancy valid for me. No job coming my way.
Friends of friends. Family friends all enjoying my success, spending hundreds
of thousands to have fun yet they all scorn my quest for a job offer. an insult
blade dung deeper .
I felt better …I grew bitter…
PR-friends were my ultimate devils. Tactically sugar-coated in smiley emoji
faked faces. Their emoticons lacking discipline and practical validity, day drew
near. A single day I will celebrate with them and forever desert my life like
plague. These are the immediate enemies stalemate…kaa rada; watasherehekea
nawe; watakuhepa wewe. Am already preparing the after-party speech... they migh
all hate me but I would rather slap them with truth than spare their outright
intentional pretense.
©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you
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