Mbua woke up the next morning,still enraptured in thought of a life far beyond his dreams,a life of becoming famous despite the limited forest wall.. while in class day dreaming, ambitious, said to himself, from my history books,my history teacher,Mr Abel always encouraged me to think ahead despite the looming upstacles..
So am not perturbed,my dreams could come true,. while still thinking,a fresh smile envelopes him,.then the bell went for break.its 11:30 already..I need to go help Mom in the farm,she has instructed the previous night.. well cutting classes has become a norm, Mbua quickly rose up to the farm,he is gone.. while on his way he kept reassuring himself of a better living someday.
While working alone in a thick forest, where he hardly will come by travellers, friends and community members,.he kept reassuring himself,of a life someday..a good life.a life of influence,.I could be a broadcaster,a journalist..he reassured himself.
My one room class room cannot stop me,I can Excel,move to the city..the common entrance exam was close,so Mbua.. said within.. when I get to farm today,I will tell Mom to at least give me some timeout at least to prepare for my forth coming exam..she would,mom has always encouraged me to study hard..she believes in my dreams and was willing to do anything humanly possible to support me...
No my dreams can't end within this forest walls..he said to himself,.just before he arrives the farm stead where his mom and siblings have been staying..he consiously returns home after the day's work, because he needed to be in school the next morning..