Journey of hope

"The twilight of hope struck her mind in a oozing possibility.A thought that took her alot of time to capsulated it out of her reality.Struggling with memories that never seemed to go any early.Recalling the events whinnying here solute in the past years . Fighting the identity wasn't easy as I had thought earlier.A remarkable Thursday.A day to their Orature class.An amazing experience that took away a mindful thought. Thoughts that fought a battle in reality to the outfit. Staying under the same roof,I experienced her have this as a nightmare,fighting her subconscious in a manner that she borrowed a pillow to fight the ideas,a pillow of discontent and dismal mirage, rallying like a lunatic element pinning to the moons light, thing that took from around twelve noon to three o'clock."

Kwamboka carried herself hurriedly towards the social hall. A hall placed at the brim of their up campus gate. The venue assigned to carry out their Orature class.A class that could determine who would qualify for a field study in one of the parks in Kenya. It was almost out of time, Doctor Omboga hadn't arrived for that day's class. A cloudy day that cuddled all of those who came on campus and out as a usual activity. Always a busy denomination,you couldn't miss seeing one or two cuddling together as they moved along and this wasn't a surprise if thought . She walked softly with clipping sound of her high heels keeping into track ever ear that heard the sounds moving into the hall with alot of expectation and hoping that no one saw her. She was one of those ladies who nutted men's attentions whenever she passed along the corridors. What funny made this possible? She was such a big bodied lady , with a round figure . A figure that was rare in concordance with the environment , were it that their could be a beauty competition , then the black complexity could explain why the jury could have picked her as a glue . This made her fellows refer to her severally as the princess of darkness. Growing up in a polygamous family wasn't easy on her. Perhaps even that's not the worst. Girl child education? Spacing of their appetite in the kitchen? How was the consideration? Then one could question , how comes she joined university? At 5 years old , her father suited her to some old man who was to marry her as his 5th wife. The old man named Raymond, was a strong and untouchable farmers in the neighbouring village. Well know through his unusual arrogance to women was a disappointment to many .A strong feeling of hate as he usually refered to his pitching words of discouragement to the living and the dead.A strong influence that came from his huge stalks and ownership.Raymond had a noun clipped naylon short that he was known for,a trouble maker in any meeting ,having bitter mouth and rude in his wordings.Nevertheless,their still remained nothing to do than give her away for the huge some of bride wealth offered in compensation of the covert. Supposedly, on knowing this, she ran away to her grandmother's house. In her grandmother's house, she couldn't bare with the situation. Her grandmother was very old , living in a hut that rained inside. Some one could wonder why this happened yet her father was a mayor. She explained everything to her grandmother and begged her to allow her settle their and start schooling. Her grandmother harmoniously agreed to that , though she knew that it was against the norms of their culture. She started schooling while at the age of 10.some of the boys in their class laughed at her since she had already set her breasts proudly like a lactating mother. What motivated her interest mostly became her grandmother's advices, it's half better of a bird at hand than a forested bird. That's a proverbial in their culture. She attended Sunday school as others did.Father John Mary,their Sunday school teacher was a black nigger who wore large garment that favoured his occupation.He was a well fitted giantic meniscus roll.With black culls of hair along his chin ,rough voice and commandingly.Walked swiftly with strictness.The most fury part that could scare children away is his wrinkled blackened face. In fact no single day did he wear a smiling face ,not even when their was a joke inside his teachings.A ever busy man.people used to call him a wrench man. It was exactly after the independence of their country. The stereotype of girl child education still was a quest of time.