A BACHELOR'S LONELY LIFE

Some things can only be explained in such loneliness and darkness as this one I'm going through in this solicitude room of mine. Though I'm confesingly lonely, I've brief but touching memories of my people back home who seem to wonder what on earth I am doing at such time of the night on the slopes of Mt. Kenya . My dear mother, for example can't comprehend why I never liked to work near my home area where she could see her son anytime she wishes. She is praying for me anyway. I wish she knew what her son was going through right now, she could be praying much harder. I wish...

I'm sited on my bed which now I should love to hate for being a never talking roommate safe only for the service it gives me after the tiresome day's work at Wiltrue High School. On the bed are two blankets and two sheets which are the only source of consolation for warmth every night.

My single room is everything under one roof. You can call it a self contained room if you wish. The bed extends to the kitchen and separated by a light curtain from the main living room. You can only take three steps before you reach the door. There's only one seat leaning on the wall and a single table that serves as the lamp stand and the book shelf.

I've already prepared a lamp of ugali and cup of sour milk which I don't imagine of taking. In fact the burning hunger and appetite that I had before I decided to engage into this painful business of cooking have mysteriously and suddenly disappeared into unnoticed thin air. The only thing I've already and successfully taken is one of the three cups of tea that I prepared immediately after I lit the jiko but the rest is in the jug awaiting to be poured into the thermos but that too, I really don't think I'll do because the thermos need to be cleaned of last night tea and that means coming to contact with the cold water.

You might think that I'm mean. I'd really like to share this staff with someone, but I can't get anyone at this hour of the night. Oh! By the way it's just struck the tenth minute of the eleventh hour, just fifty more to Wednesday 27^th June, 2007 A.D. So getting anybody now is an uphill task. But worry not. My landlord's dogs are going to feast on them with the sunrise.

Today has been another hell of a day for me. I woke as early as 4a.m to finish marking C.R.E form three exam scripts and just before dawn dealt with Biology form two. I didn't witness as the sun travelled to the west. In fact, for your information, I'm biting more than I can chew. Please neither laughs nor pity me. I'm that type of a die-hard individual, who thinks that they can carry a whole elephant home and really gets to attempt but only to be crushed under the heavy weight of the beast. I had decided to take Mr. Hakisimana's C.R.E, a former colleague, over and above my official burden. I tell you, it is hell trying to beat the deadline before the half term holiday kicks off.

Call me crazy if you wish for writing this. But come to think of this; I'm lonely in this little loneliness and cold. In the entire compound its only theof two us here after Mr. Lumbasyo, former principle left. My only neighbor is another loose end lady who is not more than a dustbin. She is too generous with her body. I can't count enough from the fingers of my hands to legs the number of new faces she serves in her room every night seven days a week. Anyway, She works as a bar maid in the landlord's pub that forms the front face of our rental rooms.

Oh! I'm sorry. Let me stop here a bit and try to take a bite from my ugali. I think it's getting much colder by now. But in case I drift away into a deep sleep, just bear with me. May be we can meet someplace someday for...for continuation. May be.