The Other Way Home

Mukosi walks down this road every evening from school. It takes him twice the time to reach home, which makes him receive a constant beating from his uncle Kivu. And today he is treading on the same path as yesterday, the days before and maybe even tomorrow. Nothing will deter him from having the spectacular view of that house by the slope from school. Every time he walks down this pass suddenly nothing matters most. He literally stops. Everything comes to a standstill. Oblivious of time he sits down on his books which he carries in a torn black paper bag. With both his hands supporting his cheeks, he gets entangled in thoughts, call them fantasies. He hears voices…”Come Mukosi, Come to your home Master.” (Continues)