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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 01/31/2013
MY DOOMIEST DAY
Born 1986, M, from Nairobi, KenyaI woke up that morning with a start… looking at the watch; I was already late for school. When I drew the window curtains, I almost fainted with fright. It was as clear as crystal and the sun by then was rising from the eastern horizon. The dew on the grass had already evaporated and birds had stopped their melodious chirping. Picturing the no nonsense Mr. Kamotho who was on duty, I almost froze with fear. He was a heavy-built teacher who only smiled but never laughed at any point. I quickly dashed to the bathroom and took a warm shower, dressed and soon I was off for school. No sooner had I reached the stage than I remembered I had not taken my fare. Knowing clearly how cunning the conductors could be sometimes, I decided to go back home for the money. This almost made me boil with anger but then who was I to blame?
At a certain point a thought came over me to play truant in order to evade the severe punishment that was awaiting me. I consoled myself and said better late than never. After I had taken the money I boarded the bus at the stage and left for school. Hardly had we gone a mile, when I fell asleep. I couldn’t recognize when we reached the school gate and when I woke up we were a few kilometers from school. Waves of disappointment struck my face as tears of sorrowfulness stung my eyes. I screamed at the conductor telling him to stop the bus. As soon as I alighted, I took off at a supersonic speed that could leave a cheetah hanging in shame.
At the gate there was none except the watchman who gazed at me as if I had come from the moon. He cleared his throat noisily and asked me where I was from at that moment. Before I could even answer, Mr. Kamotho was already waddling towards the gate. He carried a bamboo stick on his right hand and whistled mockingly. I was in sixes and sevens as glacial tears of regrets cascaded down my tomato-like cheeks leaving them gleaming like gold. I was taken aback and completely horror-struck as I stood aghast with my mouth wide agape. My heart beat sporadically as I waited anxiously for what he had in store for me.
“You are late again you sassy boy. Come here!” he roared in a voice that was as loud as an atomic bomb. I walked timidly like a cat that had been rained on towards him. It was pointless to air my reasons for lateness since he never gave an ear. He grabbed my collar and lifted me up as if I were a paper weight. He gave me sudden uncountable lashes that left me writhing in pain and agony. I screamed loud enough to awaken the dead but my efforts to ask for mercy were futile. He landed me on the ground with a thud and added me some more followed by a kick and several abuses forthwith. I ran to class as I wiped out my tears for I never wanted any to know what I had experienced.
No sooner had I entered the class than Mr. Opondo, the unforgiving mathematics teacher entered. I had not done the mathematic homework over the weekend for we had gone to visit our aunt who was taken ill with Malaria. I spent my time there and came late in the night forcing me to retire to bed immediately. The thought of his punishment tortured me to the roots of my existence. It was then that thoughts and imaginations began to take flight. I shrank within me with fear; I could hear the loud beats of my heart. It was like pistols of a locomotive.
“If you have not finished the homework, step forward.” He said as he leaned next to the window. Knowing I was in hot soup and my bottom could no longer sustain further beating, an idea came to my spinning mind. I stepped forward and before anyone knew it, I was out running at a neck-breaking speed leaving clouds of dust floating in the air. Class eight boys were already hot on my heels even before I passed the staffroom. I accelerated my pace and at one point thought God had placed mechanical springs on my knees. I negotiated some corners and soon I was out of their sight.
I paddled my hooves farther and decided not to go back to school that day. I couldn’t go home as well for I could really face the music. I decided to seek asylum at the nearest orchard. Little did I know what was in store for me. As soon as I entered the garden, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. A big black stray dog approached me while barking copiously. This is the time I wished the ground would rather open and swallow me alive. I regretted and cursed the night I was conceived and the hour I woke up that day. I released a high-pitch ear-piercing shrill cry that smote the atmosphere, but in a flutter of an eyelid, hell broke loose. Dilemma got hold of me as the fierce dog prepared to jump on me and tear me into pieces. By then I was drenched in sweat as though I had been removed from the biblical everlasting fire. Barely had the dog jumped, when a gun shot charged the air. It fell down with a pound, blood profusely oozing out of it at the rate of a leaking pot, courtesy of the orchard owner who happened to be nearby. He took me back to school and explained everything. I was forgiven but not before I was told to come with my father the following day. What a chaotic day!
MY DOOMIEST DAY(Jason Otieno)
I woke up that morning with a start… looking at the watch; I was already late for school. When I drew the window curtains, I almost fainted with fright. It was as clear as crystal and the sun by then was rising from the eastern horizon. The dew on the grass had already evaporated and birds had stopped their melodious chirping. Picturing the no nonsense Mr. Kamotho who was on duty, I almost froze with fear. He was a heavy-built teacher who only smiled but never laughed at any point. I quickly dashed to the bathroom and took a warm shower, dressed and soon I was off for school. No sooner had I reached the stage than I remembered I had not taken my fare. Knowing clearly how cunning the conductors could be sometimes, I decided to go back home for the money. This almost made me boil with anger but then who was I to blame?
At a certain point a thought came over me to play truant in order to evade the severe punishment that was awaiting me. I consoled myself and said better late than never. After I had taken the money I boarded the bus at the stage and left for school. Hardly had we gone a mile, when I fell asleep. I couldn’t recognize when we reached the school gate and when I woke up we were a few kilometers from school. Waves of disappointment struck my face as tears of sorrowfulness stung my eyes. I screamed at the conductor telling him to stop the bus. As soon as I alighted, I took off at a supersonic speed that could leave a cheetah hanging in shame.
At the gate there was none except the watchman who gazed at me as if I had come from the moon. He cleared his throat noisily and asked me where I was from at that moment. Before I could even answer, Mr. Kamotho was already waddling towards the gate. He carried a bamboo stick on his right hand and whistled mockingly. I was in sixes and sevens as glacial tears of regrets cascaded down my tomato-like cheeks leaving them gleaming like gold. I was taken aback and completely horror-struck as I stood aghast with my mouth wide agape. My heart beat sporadically as I waited anxiously for what he had in store for me.
“You are late again you sassy boy. Come here!” he roared in a voice that was as loud as an atomic bomb. I walked timidly like a cat that had been rained on towards him. It was pointless to air my reasons for lateness since he never gave an ear. He grabbed my collar and lifted me up as if I were a paper weight. He gave me sudden uncountable lashes that left me writhing in pain and agony. I screamed loud enough to awaken the dead but my efforts to ask for mercy were futile. He landed me on the ground with a thud and added me some more followed by a kick and several abuses forthwith. I ran to class as I wiped out my tears for I never wanted any to know what I had experienced.
No sooner had I entered the class than Mr. Opondo, the unforgiving mathematics teacher entered. I had not done the mathematic homework over the weekend for we had gone to visit our aunt who was taken ill with Malaria. I spent my time there and came late in the night forcing me to retire to bed immediately. The thought of his punishment tortured me to the roots of my existence. It was then that thoughts and imaginations began to take flight. I shrank within me with fear; I could hear the loud beats of my heart. It was like pistols of a locomotive.
“If you have not finished the homework, step forward.” He said as he leaned next to the window. Knowing I was in hot soup and my bottom could no longer sustain further beating, an idea came to my spinning mind. I stepped forward and before anyone knew it, I was out running at a neck-breaking speed leaving clouds of dust floating in the air. Class eight boys were already hot on my heels even before I passed the staffroom. I accelerated my pace and at one point thought God had placed mechanical springs on my knees. I negotiated some corners and soon I was out of their sight.
I paddled my hooves farther and decided not to go back to school that day. I couldn’t go home as well for I could really face the music. I decided to seek asylum at the nearest orchard. Little did I know what was in store for me. As soon as I entered the garden, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. A big black stray dog approached me while barking copiously. This is the time I wished the ground would rather open and swallow me alive. I regretted and cursed the night I was conceived and the hour I woke up that day. I released a high-pitch ear-piercing shrill cry that smote the atmosphere, but in a flutter of an eyelid, hell broke loose. Dilemma got hold of me as the fierce dog prepared to jump on me and tear me into pieces. By then I was drenched in sweat as though I had been removed from the biblical everlasting fire. Barely had the dog jumped, when a gun shot charged the air. It fell down with a pound, blood profusely oozing out of it at the rate of a leaking pot, courtesy of the orchard owner who happened to be nearby. He took me back to school and explained everything. I was forgiven but not before I was told to come with my father the following day. What a chaotic day!
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