Here I sit in a lonely room thinking of my achievements.
With shoes too large to fill I wonder how I gained this position.
To the common eye I am a common soul.
However, to the seeker of truth I am one of the few to walk this path.
Be warned ye who dare read this series…
And for those who wondered about my religion…
GOD IS DEAD
From this conclusion we build the case.
It all begun with a normal boy who had questions that could not be answered. In religion we are taught that God is kind, loving and perfect. He created the universe in his own image. Yet I found it hard to explain to myself the imperfections around me. I went to my religious teachers and asked the questions. Guess what, I was told God had/has his reasons. This was not good enough an answer. Thus my path was forged at a very early age: I would read every material I could and try to decipher God’s message in creation.
Unlike most of you who grew up in the best of families life could offer, I didn’t. My dad used to be the military version, and the worst kind. Unapproachable by all means. Lately I have been trying to outdo him in alcohol consumption(story for another day). Smoking was second nature. You were guaranteed to find a smoke in his pocket, always. Moving to the mum, I am yet to know someone as strict.
Most of my days were spent in my thoughts. Thus I became an introvert. I could stare blankly at space. All the while building my brain power. I always seemed odd. The only time my parents learnt about my nature was a time I sneaked a class above my grade, did an exam and did well. Secretly I had been reading the material required. I didn’t skip up though. Thus I was identified to have the ability to be a good book worm, DAMN IT! Don’t I hate that identity up to now.
My progress in education was almost effortless. Socially I am not yet in a position to comment.
All the while I did not forget the question I wanted answered: “With a perfect God, why is the world so imperfect?” While in secondary, an SDA sponsored high school in the green hills of Kisii,(@Eng’iti ayee) I asked the question to the school pastor. Yes, yes I know you are asking if I had brains as I say why didn’t I go to a national school. I was admitted to Nairobi school but my parents could not afford the fees. Instead I went to a provincial school, since upgraded to national school. That is how fake our system has become.
Back to the question. The pastor exclaimed at my blasphemy in refusing his answer. I was sent to counselling, for not agreeing that ‘God works in his own ways’. Needless to mention a dose of punishments. I took this so personally, so much that I started thinking God had seen me coming and did me a solid. This is one of the precedents that led to my expulsion.
More to come