#ENEMIES_BY_BIRTH. He was short. And stout. Even his elder brother, Bosire. They were the school shortputs. I wasnt tall either. I was his height, Dominic. Only that I was fleshy and he, bonny. If Satan hates you, he surely follows you and smokes you out of everywhere, even in a corner of a mud walled classroom where you might be ogling at some bald pork businessmans only daughter. As the rift between Dominic and I evolved from a rift to a gully, a fight for supremacy ensued. I was teachers pet and by all means I knew Id triumph. But the son of a saw man had other plans. Wanaume ni physical I later came to learn. He said something, I murmured a protest. He clicked, I clicked, then a boisterous laugh. I knew his tempers were shorter than him and when he stood, I couldnt wait. I am a diplomat maze and exchanging blows isnt in my blood. Before I could come up with a way to avert the impending Smackdown, a fist on my chin prompted a kick retaliation. I gave him a good one that caught his balls. He squatted to cool them and at that moment, the bell rang. Now that meant a mass beating, we were adjacent to the staffroom. Momanyi and his boys might have been following all the episode. One thing though, Judish was not around to witness my already flat bottoms being messed up more. We left him clutching to his balls ran to the assembly area. As usual John Momanyi was there. The presence of other teachers proved that there was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Yangu leo ni machache, the head teacher began. I want to read you the new prefects. We begin from lowest to highest. Im still not sure what the man meant by yhis. Chache Academy was a small school where a teacher could master all the pupils, their mothers, sistrrs and even aunties. So the prefects were always a hand full- mainly made up of class monitors, a boy and girl in each. Standard two, Dominic Nyakundi. The teacher called out. As my victim walked in front, hands holding his genitalia, the whole assembly broke into thunderous laughter. He limbed a little, with his body bent to the right side. As the rest laughed, I was dying a small death. A strange taste in my mouth like an acid, while some butterflies made merry in my stomach. By now I knew the die had been cast.
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