Celebrating East African Writing!
I should be in class. I should be out there trying to grab the world by the balls. Try to better myself. Be better than these conniving leeches who thrive on the sweat of their citizens. But I am still seated here, watching the leeches . . . waiting for them to come and get me.
I am comfortable with being at the bottom of the food chain, because try as I might, the leech is better than me. It has better strategies than I do; always two or more steps ahead of me. They stand at the pulpit and promise the same things . . . or even less than before because we are already used to the same old shit. This is where it gets interesting . . . we still fall for it!!! We complain and riot over issues, then go ahead and pick from the same pool, as though it should make a difference!! We act like a cat who has just thrown up; we search through the scum and get the same content down our throats.
What is the point in trying to change the system? I cannot beat them, so I may as well join them. Maybe I will get a better view from the inside . . . but that theory is also far fetched. They all promised not to ape the others, but there’s no difference between them. I should be strategizing how to be one of them; how to preach water and take wine . . . how to talk the walk, rid my soul off my conscience. By the time I get there, I should blend right in.
So I will sit here, and learn from my teacher. My lecturer can wait for once. It’s all about the money and I am learning from my predecessor, learning how to be part of the scum.
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