So my day is coming to an end.I have come to school but there's nothing I've learnt.You know why,the administration cannot allow me to sit for exams with this huge fee balance.My parents are not at home.They went to up country over the weekend.It's unfortunate that mum's phone got stolen by thugs as she was making a call in the bus terminus.Oh,Nairobi....Nairobbery?...I miss them.The money dad gave me to cater for the family for the time they would be away is long finished.Now,we are surviving on our house help's account.I don't know how much she has left.We rarely interact in such issues,but at least we don't sleep hungry.In the house,her child is with us,together with my three cousins and my brother.These are men...in their youth.:)They EAT!!I tell you.Right now,am surviving without lunch,as I don't have anyone to approach for that assistance.But the semester has been alright.I still am proud of my dad for making me come this far.I have an education and there's no looking back.Am going home in a short while,hungry as I always am.Tonight I will ask God to be with us.Indeed,that is why we are still pushing.
Dad's money hasn't come through yet,and he rarely relies on his employer for she pays him so late,sometimes even two weeks into the month.That's supposed to make him take care of his family.That's why I can't be a teacher in Kenya.At least not in some schools in this place.
All the same,am lucky to be alive.I can't complain much.Let me write some poems.Perhaps they would help me close this diary in a mirthy mood.Cheers.
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