On my hands was a letter that admitted me to Nairobi High School. It was now stained and was fading out since it was four years old. My memory flashed back to the stint I received the letter, and how my family had been so blissful for me, but a happiness blended with fear and sadness.
By then I was still a little lad, and everything I did had to meet the prerequisite from me of pleasing my parents. I had excelled in my Primary Education examination and found admission at Nairobi High School. I then looked at the countenance on my parents’ faces. It was a amalgam of joy and intense sadness. I couldn’t help but let waterworks roll out from my eyes and I never wiped them as they saturated my cheeks. I felt a bitter bulge form in my throat as I examined the situation of my parents.