Dreadful! : The Beginning 01



Completing my PhD. presentation in Biochemistry in a successful manner, was a hallmark event in my rather young career. Well, no one, not even me, saw this coming. So I had to paste this young man’s smile on my absolutely surprised face, put on my game face  and get on with the multiple hand shakes ahead. Finally graduation was beckoning and time to go home for change was around the corner.

Three months later after my graduation -that was filled with pomp; yes, we partied like we were eighteen again, relinquishing our young days when we used to grind on twerking voluptuous ladies, drink (soft drinks) and just do what teens and youths do, you know! – I was back home to my country, WAZO. This is where the journey began, already foreseeing a successful career.

Another memorable event was one of my interviews in this wonderland.

I woke up one bright Monday morning for my second interview since my arrival. My schedule was all laid out clearly, from my departure, to my arrival, to the interview (which took lots of ‘Before the mirror talks’ and consultations) to how cute I’ll  have to smile, to my return back home. I know, I know, I nearly forgot mentioning my state-of-the-art suit from MABWENYENYE land, huko majuu*

Cereals were never part of my breakfast till lately, with some milk. I was running laye on my  schedule, so I had to hurry. All these in the name of by passing the Kathi superhighway enormous traffic. I thought the reason behind creating a SUPERHIGHWAY  was to eradicate traffic jams, however, Kathi superhighway had become the Mother of all congestion.

Back! The City, Ronai, was as usual donned with skyscrapers amidst tall and short buildings all together. nobody in Ronai – or Ronaians as referred to – cared as much as to what happens to the next person. Thuggery seemed to be the order of the day in the busy and packed streets…






I stood by the end of the street watching as they jumped around in glee. Hugs, High 5s, gay smiles, pats on the back and roaring laughter. The din swallowed all my thoughts and the best I could do was just stare. Stare at this Picture that told me a thousand words or the thousands of words they shouted, painted the picture I was staring at. It all seemed like a dream that I couldn’t wait to wake up from. But that was never the case. I felt like I was moving and with each stride I took towards them, my conscience seemed to get the better of me.


Echoed at the back of my mind.

‘Should I or should I not?’ I wondered.

However, I couldn’t bring myself to stop at any particular moment. I kept on going like a sheep in a herd. The urge was overwhelming. It reaped through me like a grim reaper. Stretching through every inch of my skin, through my veins, my nerves too. Every ounce of my blood had the toxin deeply embedded in it. My bones couldn’t shake a bit at it,s thought. It felt like madness. Absolute madness.


Well that may be true and that may also not be true.

I know you don’t understand. But I’ll try my best to make you be on the same page with me. Right from where it all began.