So, my name is Levi,, I am a college student, I am twenty years old, I think that is worthy of an information for now. Back in high school I and my classmates used to dream about the college life how Free we are going to be, how we are going to make money from nothing, how we are going to attract more, specifically a lot of girls. Life seemed so wonderful out there, we dreamed of it more than ever,,,we never saw any challenge could come once we are out of high school,,, because the high school set up was like we were serving life sentence in Kamiti.
Okay,,,, actually I am hungry,, it's hunger in me uttering in my mind trying to make me loose focus on why I am where I am. ' I am here to learn,, pass my exams, graduate and get a good job for myself ' that's me convincing my inner person not to retreat from my goals. However, the situation at hand doesn't need convincing,, I feel like I should be back in high school back to my in evitable dreams.
My body can not rest in one place,, two and half minutes ago I was laying on my six by three tiny bed,,, now I am wondering aimlessly back and forward in the vacuumed space where my bed couldn't reach to cover, right now I am heading to the box where I normally keep my foodstuffs as I check inside I can't deny my naked eyes the view of an empty, foodless hollow. "What should I do now" that is the question that has been occurring in my brains, all this time I have been trying to figure out how to keep up with the challenge of being a 'comrade.'
All the things I have ever desired to have, they are far from reach, how could that be, when I was of little age everything seemed so very possible,,, and I knew the way to get them was to grow up,,, now I am grown at least but they are still unreachable,,, it's like they keep moving ahead the more I keep growing and persuing them,, it's like the donkey rider whose donkey ceases to go and decides to hang a carrot in it's presence and in order to get it the donkey keep moving not knowing it is serving it's master.
And I know you are not thinking I am the master,,oh God I wish I had that kind of sense because I am just the donkey trying to reach the carrot in its front but who is my master I hope we figure it out sooner.
'Tululu tulu tululu tulu,' I know you don't mind if I tell you that is my nine digited Nokia phone, my mother gave me before I joined incase I am finding her I should call. It is my friend Peter, I have forgotten to add my crazy friend Peter, now that sounds correct to just describe a little bit his natural behavior. "Hello, Peter I am hungry," "hope you have not forgotten I am Peter your maybe friend not Peter your father," He sarcastically responds to my announced predicament, "Actually where are you," "I am in my house" my voice lowers hopeless, because I already know what he wants to say,"so I am here at the Equator hotels,,,, so I am commanding you to come here right now!!" Oh no again with his crazy fellas, "okay,as a well educated twenty years old adult who is hungry,, I am not coming " with my hands akimbo I answer Peter, "I thought you were hungry?" Peter asks mockingly, "Okay,why are you repeating to what I have already said " I ask again annoyingly.
"Peter the last time we were with your friends, I sold my watch to a waiter,, when they forced me to pay all of your bills " I couldn't believe they actually did that in the presence of my maybe friend Peter,"in your presence!!!" "And why are you yelling at me boy " Peter yells back.
"Okay listen " Peter continues," today the bills are on me, don't worry about it,,, what you need to do is to put on your proficient attire and come at the Equator, okay " "will,,, James be there?" "Yes" "and willie?" "Yes" "and Jacob " "yes together with Jackson " Oh boy that doesn't sound amazing, "in fact, do you remember Simon the one who asked you how many cars your father has,,him too will be with us" Peter continues to wreck my esteem. How am I going to deal with those upgraded mongoloids.
I, just a naïve, low budgeted,,, country boy from Bukisa, how am I going to roll with those guys,,,,if it's James his father is a minister for tourism,,, not to talk of Willie who is a Duo citizen his parents are in Germany,,, what of Jackson who can't bare his eyes spotting me around and Jackson with his posh,,,,oh goodness,,,,, it's because of my hunger that I am going there if not I won't even allow my cent approach that Equator of a hotel.
"Levi, my friend" Peter continues after noticing how discouraged I am to go and be with those friends of his actually they are also my friend, "stop overthinking,,,, you need to flex yourself come and spend this evening with your big guys let us show you how life is lived out here."
"Okay,,," I answer after a long sigh."great see you there."
As I open my suitcase,,,, nothing in my head to where,,,, actually not nothing,, but what will I wear to please my friends,,, the last time I was the topic of our conversation write from the commence.
Standing in front of my half broken mirror,,, I already have my shirt on,,a long sleeved stripped shirt big enough than my size and also not ironed. And my buggy black trouser,,,"Oh no!!! Who ate my beautiful trouser!!"
But that was not a problem,,at least my mother had shown me how to mend eaten trouser. There was a rat living in my house with it's offsprings each time I think of having a kitty to use them as a meal I feel empathy for the rat and the family, how can I be so cruel to them, "but they are cruel to me, how could they " I sucked as I felt used by those petite animals.
Now I looked at my trouser and so how new it had become after my capable expertise with my needle,,, nobody could even learn that I had sown the torn part, I think. I put on my vagand attire and stood in front of my half mirror again, how cute was I that night, even those stupid show offs of my friends could not get to that one.
My heart leaped up and down in the mist of it's veins,,,, wondering how fast I was going to reach at the Equator hotels and show myself to friends, today I was ready for them "hahaha" 'gururururu' oh my stomach won't cease to misbehave, for goodness sake I am going to feed thee,, why thou put thy art thee temptation,,, how I loved reading king James version.
As I put my shoes on,,,,my soul trembled with excitement at the same time fear crawled down my stomach arteries when I thought what if it was a trap again just like the other time,,,,,"who cares." ,,,,,, THIS IS MY STORY.