PART 2 (karma)
I, who created vaccines which scientists were unable to wasn't going to go down in mob justice. I, creator of the first ever kidney Trans-diffusive device wasn't going to end up in ashes. Dust to dust but no dust turns to ash. My heart wasn't willing to let go.
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The voices keep playing in my mind, like Indeep's song, Last night a Dj saved my life. I'm not sure what they're telling me to do. I am torn between running and staying, but either way, I'd loose it all. People, from all over were being shaken by this virus, an epidemic in the making but all my country people thought of was to end my life. All the children I've taken to school and colleges. The stones I built them their houses was what they'd use to stone me to death. The camp fires I lit to embrace community togetherness was what they'd use to torch me. My people!
The community I enlightened would flame me down. Karma! But it was not my intention to write it here but for the memoir from my past came to hunt me down.
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Seated in front of the classroom, Bradley explained himself. Questions of all kinds were directed towards him. All names, vulgar and indecent were used to describe him, I also could not find it easy to put silence to my sense."Now Bradley, how hard was it to evade receiving letters from Him? Why? You piece of shame! Why did you decide to tarnish our name? How hard was it to report him to the class teacher. We have to burn you. Philistine!" "Yes tell us why! Or we'll burn you tonight, this is no place for outcasts." My classmates backed me up out loud. Bradley had no words to explain himself. Nothing would take him off the Hot Seat apart from the ten O'clock bell. We had to torture the boy with questions, words and names. We were sinking deep into extra-judicial sentencing. No lawyer would set him free.Being the vocal one, I would interrupt him while speaking and my classmates would help me grill him more. Learning and being in High School Form 2, gave us the entitlement that all Form 2's have. Oooh! Bradley, I hope he can forgive me someday. Bradley, a light-skinned shy, innocent and soft spoken young man found himself in deep trouble when he started receiving letters from another classmate, Transel, also known as, "Bulldog", ;for his big-body and feared physique. The letters between the two were romantic and were only found by the teacher-in-charge of their hostel during a random evening inspection. This turned out so fast and the next morning the two were sent for immediate suspension and Transel was never seen back again. This was the first time I'd seen someone, clobbered by grilling due the accusation of sexual activity between persons of the same gender. Bradley had a hard time in school. Three years till our graduation to Campus, names were still directed to him. Faggot! Gay! Man hole! Gas Cup! Some were so explicit that my editors found it unfit to place in this piece. Bradley was unfortunate to fall in the hands of unloving classmates, his friends mocked him, people could not seat next to him. Shocking how society judges people without proof of accusations. The Bradley case was so big that the whole school knew about it within hours of release. Teachers would speak about it every time and criticize the behavior of Homosexuality. Thinking about it now, it was hard to fit in his shoes, his innocence and soft-spokenness did not change but he was emotionally strong. Being queer in the community was a disgrace and everyone saw Bradley as an outcast. Transel was lucky he did not return to our school since his planned trial was worse than Bradley's ; Transel lured Bradley to it many times but the latter refused and even threatened to report him at some point from some letters that were leaked from the teacher's office. I would have refuted to pass my judgment but my vocal abilities were resistant to any topic that would come my way. This vocal ability would earn me a lot in University Presidency in my Campus years, three years in a row.
Karma! Karma would return to hunt me in a severe manner. Although we never heard of Bradley after High School, Ten years later we'd see his Face covering the Daily Nation with the Title, The Man Shifting The Economy. I was honestly shocked at first, not so bright or knowledgeable was he, but he now made millions even in his sleep. He was later announced to be Our nation's youngest Billionaire under 35. Winning titles of ;Most influential Citizen, Game Changers Award, The face fitting and a total of 5 Batter Music Awards were listed to his name, with countless nominations. Bradley grew to be a serial entrepreneur and a very very great help to his society. From utter shame and dehumanization to complete success and
fame. This was a lesson to most, including me, who had it all back then. I bet he was in his home, obviously a "palace", taking care of himself and his family from any relation to other people, he was safe and incase of an outbroke epidemic, rumor has it that he owned bunkers he hired out to persons of his social class; those who could afford. I'm the kind of doctor he could call, to check on his wife's running nose and aching finger! Oh tables, why do you turn! I made it to University, He did not, I had love, he got hatred, I live in my village, he lives in a whole different world! Tables! I had A's he got D's. Tables the mighty Turners.
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I hope to get out of my house unseen, but the old men are earnestly waiting for my occurrence. I had only one solution, surrender myself to the arms of my "evil" people, or call the Infectious Disease Unit as directed by the Government.
(Life was so hard in our nation. Names of the Government and letters to the names of people in Government had to be written in Capital letters, which woud earn you a jail term of 6months for disobeying that "simple rule" the President's name was SEMASE MWORAKIM, also written in as Semase Mworakim. How I hope no Government psycophant reads my piece and leads me to imprisonment. You had to say Police Car instead of police car. Such fear was what ran the nation.)
It's 12:00 o'clock now, deep into the night. I'm staring at my Chandelier when I get a call from Augustin. "Hey buddy! I'm all sick, I'd need help to get some drugs and get to the hospital. No Government agency wants anything to do with it. They are not prepared to handle this.Come to my...." And there the line cut. I called him seven times and his phone wasn't picked. Was he dying or was he burnt. Oh! Augustin my pal. I was not ready to get diagnosed of the CP-720.
