VOICE OF AGONY PROGRAM KYOGA VERITAS 91:5FM WED-23RD-OCT-2013 PETERSON MATEEKA TIME: 10:00PM-12:00AM Theme: Harvesting what you sow. NB:DUE TO THE SENSITIVITY OF THE STORY,THE IDENTITIES AND PHONE CONTACTS OF THE PERSON BEHIND THE STORY HAVE BEEN KEPT CONFIDENTIAL ON REQUEST. When parents pay fees for their sons and daughters to join high institutions of learning-Because of the soaring costs of education in the country, a parent has to commit himself but also toil hard in order to raise the money. But after parents struggling to pay the tuition, not all who enter these prestigious institutions make it to graduation day with success for different reasons. If anyone decided to task himself to take daily account of events and lifestyle of these young people, can come out with a thousand stories to fill a bookshelf. This is a live story of my experience in an institution I joined to do my diploma course in civil engineering far away from my home district. My loving father paid for my tuition and also a hostel for me to live in. It has nice facilities except no piped water. As such s students shared a nearby borehole with natives of the land. Especially during the dry season, competition for water between students of the hostel and locals sometimes raised tensions. . A number of students could go deep into the villages during their free time to drink local brew called Totonto and mix up with the villagers. Some locals also sold students foods like fruits. There are also some girls who claim they cannot carry a jerycan of water. They always hire the locals to fetch and carry for them. A careful study of the area could provide you with intelligent answerers as to why students and locals in this area had managed to co-exis well for sometime. Some of the boys from the hostel, who are not lucky to win love from girls among fellow students, easily manage to coarse small girls from the village they meet at the bore hole for sweet pain. After leaving my girlfriend back home in secondary school for many months, the only communication I could get from her is beeping me as many times as she can.But no extra money for airtime to call her back. There’s a girl from the village who used to fetch water at the borehole. A little fat and brown skin. She has a nice free gap separating her teeth in the upper jaw. Her smile alone is enough to clears away a man’s trouble in seconds. She could be 18 or 19.Almost every boy in the hostel wanted this girl. In fact from a distance if they just saw her coming to the bore hall, even the one who already has water, will pick a jerican wanting to fetch; Just because he wants to talk to this girl. But to tell her to come with you to the hostel room, she would not accept. I have been in the race for this girl amid tight competition for long without success. One day most students had gone for a football competition to another college. I convinced her and she accepted to come to my room. The few students who had remained behind were amazed and couldn’t believe their eyes. Since we were just two of us in the room with minimal noise around. My heart was just pumping. But she was telling me she wanted to go back quickly because the parents were home. I requested for some sweet pain because it would not be easy to get another opportunity like this one. Immediately after a single shot, she collapsed and blacked out. I thought she would recover but after 40 minutes the heart was beating just wild. I told two friends of mine that people am trouble. The girl has fainted in my room and she’s not recovering. They asked me what will happen if the parents discovered her in your room.My heart was also beating high and lost strength. Wherever I was turning was just hot. Just as we were planning to carry her off to the road,a man came towards the hostel carrying a hoe in the hand, but he was taking long steps. Somebody said that could be the father. There was no time to wait for anything but all of us just scattered. I hid myself in the compound fence and wanted to see where he would start from. He called the daughter’s name loudly but no answer. He entered the first room which was not mine. He throughout everything he came across. He went to the next, it was mine and got the girl. He pulled out a pistol and shot five times into a mattress which was tied and rolled lining against the wall. The sound of gunfire woke up everyone. There were other girls who had taken advantage of few people left behind to invite talibans in their rooms-Some came out taking off for safety for life. The man carried his daughter on the shoulder and went off. It was like a movie, but reality. We regrouped after some 30 minutes, but am told he promised to deal with the person who took his daughter to the room if ever he comes to know him. Information started emerging that the father is a high profile Afande in the forces. And the daughter in question is the most beloved among his children. But she has a complicated heart problem which one time cost him 40 million to take her to India for specialized treatment. But I did not know. I have run away from school, because if this Afande gets to know me,I will never come back to tell my story. I have not reached home because I fear my father. He’s equally another tough one and don’t know where to begin.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 14:26:49 +0000
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