Eddy sat within the administration block of his high school; defeated and mentally exhausted. However, he somehow felt inspired and stimulated at the same time. The world had taken its toll on him but he felt himself transforming into a ‘metaphysical human being’, in the loosest sense of the term.

There were 46 students ahead of him, also waiting to be cleared. His 47th place in the waiting line owed largely to the fact that he left his Business Studies exam later than everybody else. He had been trying to convince the exam invigilator to let him make a change to his wrongly entered credentials; a request that fell on deaf ears.

‘Why did I even try?’

Eddy asks himself bitterly. He did not like putting himself in a position whereby he had to plead, as he felt that it degraded his dignity.

Eddy knew more about dignity than most of the other students at his school; he knew more about many things actually. Lamu Centre for the Gifted was not a school that quite attracted the top brains in the country, and neither did it attract the urban ones. Eddy found himself there because his life journey had determined that to be his destination. He would complete his secondary education in a town that had completely taken him out of his comfort zone. He was a victim of circumstances, a fact which he never forgot to remind his classmates daily. ‘Had I an option I wouldn’t be here’, he would tell them daily, much to their disdain.

‘Who does he think he is?’ they would say to themselves often. Sometimes they would even say it to his face.

Eddy Finds Maturity

In the last term of his third form Eddy would come to maturity and rue his previous behavior. He determined to make amends by all means possible. His somewhat improved grades ensured that he was given the deputy school captain position. For him, this was an opportunity to endorse the rights of the civilian students. This was a stark contrast to his fellow prefects, who would forcefully stamp their authority on the rest thinking that it was the right way of leadership. However, Eddy knew better. He knew that respect is earned and he never missed an opportunity to give the rest of the students their respect. Soon after, his reputation changed; he was no longer the stuck up dude from Nairobi, he was now the people’s champion. He was now Muhammad Ali on a budget; on a Matondoni budget.

Well, not really.

The ‘people’s champion ‘ was a facade that Eddy had managed to hide so successfully; he displayed the occasional mood swings which his close friends had now learnt to become accustomed to, but the mood swings were just the tip of the iceberg. Underneath his strong style of leadership lay insecurities, layered on top of low self-esteem, layered on top of mistrust in the minds and hearts of people.

He had come to convince himself that people are bad simply because they are the way they are; and he would not be blamed for feeling that way. After all, it was all he had been exposed to.

He never used to be like this; he was the most charismatic person when he had finished primary school, but his four years in high school had caused a stark contrast in Eddy’s personalities. All the worst case scenarios of being in boys boarding schools had happened to him by the time he was 18, causing a complete shift in Eddy’s worldview; causing a complete miseducation of Eddy’s impressionable and susceptible mind.

Read Part 2 Here.


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