Poetic Justice!

A very bright light hit directly in my eyes, for a second I thought I would be blind. I got on my knees and used both my hands to cover my eyes. My heart started pounding, my mind darting trying to figure out what was going on. I started shouting but I was so terrified my voice didn’t go past two feet. “He..ll..ooh,” I tried again. “Calm down,” I heard the deepest and commanding voice, “You are safe, let me show you around.” He took my hand and everything got clearer. It was the most beautiful place I’ve ever been in my whole entire life.
The water was falling freely from the shiny big rocks; I saw birds of different colours chirping beautifully. I saw children play, “wait, do I know these people?” I asked, mostly to myself. The man smiled and said “Maybe.” I saw several people from my village enjoying what looked like a very delicious meal. “Is that Karisa undashoma?” I asked myself. Karisa is a mad man in our village who cleaned people’s compound for free, despite the insults and the beating he got from the owner. Undashoma (you will read) is a nickname people called him because they said he lost his mind due to “too much education.” He looked so clean and happy; I convinced myself that this couldn’t be true. I brushed the thought out of my mind and walked a bit faster to catch up with the man. On the way, I saw another person from my village, Father Katana, who is my dad’s rival because he started the rumour that my dad is stealing the orphan’s money to enrich himself.
The man suddenly stopped at the edge of the cliff. “Be careful, he held me from the back when I tried to peep down the cliff …but you are a good person, you might not fall.” The heat was too much I started sweating immediately. I heard screams and wailings from different people down the cliff. I stretched my neck to get a clear look from down the cliff. One couple caught my attention, they looked so tired and worn out. “Are those my parents?” The man smiled again and this time I was irritated to the core. “What is this? Why am I here? Is this some kind of a joke to you?” He didn’t answer; he slowly turned and walked away. I was so frustrated, I started crying out loud. After a few steps, he turned around and asked me, “Who are you?” The question echoed in my ears like a thousand times.
Who am I? According to my father, I am Kalume, the only son of the richest man in the village. My father owns the biggest church and my mother runs the biggest orphanage around. Both the church and orphanage receive donations and sponsorship within and outside the country. That’s who I am and I should never associate with the illiterate villagers or listen to their mediocre rumours.
“Kalume, you’ve wet the bed, again, get up and get ready for school,” my mother yelled. I thanked God that it was just a dream, or was it?

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  1. Hi Rukia, very imaginative.. I surely now miss the primary school compositions.. Great suspense and contrasts in the story. Keep up with the writing.

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