Mr. Stark Rotich was a teacher who hated me with Zeal. I remember scoring a Zero percent in his Mathematics paper and as punishment, he told me to go into the staff room full of teachers, kneel down, raise my hands up the sky and NOT speak or answer questions from any of the teachers.
So on this day we had purportedly sneaked to Ossen and he caught us.Our names were not on the list of the players and we knew it. Starks knew it too. To make it worse, this fellow alikuwa ametoa lock before boarding the Pick up.
He just walked straight to us and asked one question; "Are you in the list?" We were too stupid to think fast and respond. He blinked twice and with his drunken voice said this, word by word, "Before I close and open my eyes twice, I want to see you in Ebenezer. I don't want to know whether you will fly or crawl but before..." And he blinked once. I don't know whether he blinked the second time but the only thing I remember is finding ourselves at Ossen High school's gate.
Our pockets were empty. By 'empty', I mean dry. And by 'dry', I mean broke. In fact, methinks broke is a word meant to be used by Millionaires. Poor is the right word to describe our situation then. Have you ever been so damn broke to the extent that you have money in your pocket but you forget that you have it because you are so used to empty pockets that you can't even bother to put your hand in there? Have you ever missed a coin to the point that when you see a Twenty bob coin on the ground, tears uncontrollably drip down your cheeks? That was our condition.
We had no second option but to hit the road. Stark knew this in one way or the other. As we were walking, our eyes were fixed on the tarmac underneath our feet. Who knows, maybe luck had it that a drunkard of yesternight dropped (accidentally) a twenty bob coin. So, to use Stark's words, we were "crawling" towards Ebe.
Unfortunately, luck was not on our side 'cause for all that distance, none of us had managed to lay his eyes on anything that looked like a Kenyan currency. Or maybe the drunkards were either too smart or just too broke...like us!
That was on a Friday. Nothing happened. On Saturday again, Nothing happened. On Sunday, Akuro fell sick. He was sick in bed for real. (Though I honestly think the guy was just scared of what we would have to face on Monday). Monday came by and my friend was still 'sick' in bed. He couldn't even attend morning devotion or the Monday's Assembly Address.
Me and my cheekiness was all confident that nothing bad would come. I was thinking "they will understand." Keep in mind Mzee Amdany was fully fully present. I was there crossing my fingers and everything was cool until that time Stark moved forward to say something about the Ossen games. Hell broke loose.
So on this day we had purportedly sneaked to Ossen and he caught us.Our names were not on the list of the players and we knew it. Starks knew it too. To make it worse, this fellow alikuwa ametoa lock before boarding the Pick up.
He just walked straight to us and asked one question; "Are you in the list?" We were too stupid to think fast and respond. He blinked twice and with his drunken voice said this, word by word, "Before I close and open my eyes twice, I want to see you in Ebenezer. I don't want to know whether you will fly or crawl but before..." And he blinked once. I don't know whether he blinked the second time but the only thing I remember is finding ourselves at Ossen High school's gate.
Our pockets were empty. By 'empty', I mean dry. And by 'dry', I mean broke. In fact, methinks broke is a word meant to be used by Millionaires. Poor is the right word to describe our situation then. Have you ever been so damn broke to the extent that you have money in your pocket but you forget that you have it because you are so used to empty pockets that you can't even bother to put your hand in there? Have you ever missed a coin to the point that when you see a Twenty bob coin on the ground, tears uncontrollably drip down your cheeks? That was our condition.
We had no second option but to hit the road. Stark knew this in one way or the other. As we were walking, our eyes were fixed on the tarmac underneath our feet. Who knows, maybe luck had it that a drunkard of yesternight dropped (accidentally) a twenty bob coin. So, to use Stark's words, we were "crawling" towards Ebe.
Unfortunately, luck was not on our side 'cause for all that distance, none of us had managed to lay his eyes on anything that looked like a Kenyan currency. Or maybe the drunkards were either too smart or just too broke...like us!
That was on a Friday. Nothing happened. On Saturday again, Nothing happened. On Sunday, Akuro fell sick. He was sick in bed for real. (Though I honestly think the guy was just scared of what we would have to face on Monday). Monday came by and my friend was still 'sick' in bed. He couldn't even attend morning devotion or the Monday's Assembly Address.
Me and my cheekiness was all confident that nothing bad would come. I was thinking "they will understand." Keep in mind Mzee Amdany was fully fully present. I was there crossing my fingers and everything was cool until that time Stark moved forward to say something about the Ossen games. Hell broke loose.
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