..Everything is brown, brown, brown.. the corn cobs up to their heads brown, I feel that if death was there it could be brown..

 

6:35am I catch a lift in this car to the next town where my college is.. I had my computer science lessons last night at the univesity,- It is this morning that I hitch-hiked in this other guy’s car to College for my morning lessons, in the back-seat, I sit with 2 other commuter quietly. Have just been thinking slowly in my thoughts that I had started writing my script..am thinking smartly and I am not bored either, I feel free and reserved to myself, I seat quetly.. 

Aside the road is brown fields of dead maize that stretches alongside the road in hundreds of rows.. I look outside the steamed-window that I sit next to – "have u watched trees aside the road on a speeding vehicle" ? - they move faster and make a vision of rhythm of some sort. Now what I see is patterned-maize rows that are continuous- the winter has turned their color to a mere brown. Everything is brown, brown, brown.. the corn cobs to their heads, I feel that if death was there it could be brown..

There is just quietness in the car the.. I think deeply also about my agendas for the day and I feel I feel sorry to myself when I realized that if mum didn’t send me money I will fail to commute to and fro “University and college”- this goes on in my thoughts as I face outta window. The silent is broken by the driver as he blows horn to the “donkie”- i jus laugh inside when I think of a donkey as I think of how rude a donkie becomes. My thoughts are broken now, I watch the scavenging crows as they fly off the maize stalk fields due the horn.

Its 30th 21:39hrs, Molf drops me as usual, Molf is a good friend we met at the university classes. we had attended an evenning lesson at the Universty so he drops me at my aunt’s place. This was my routine- I come for evening classes in the city and by 2200hrs I am at my aunt’s sleeping. First thing in the morning following day I commute to a college 40kms out Eastwards where I attend lessons in the day. Now can u imagine... Almost all my classmates drive their cars, Its only me and a few guys who would walk down across the 4 way and wish for taxes.. As for me I made a friend Molf, this is a guy who would drop me off only when he is feeling good, when he is not.. I have noo luck at all..!