~16th May, 2005.
A boy is born on a rainy day at 11:35am.
A boy destined for greatness, a happy baby, a cry baby.
My name is William Mumembe one of the main characters and the author of this story, this is an account of the past four years of my life, the two years spent with Christine and the other Spent trying so hard to move on, she was my source of happiness, my source of comfort and my source of displeasure, we will find out later in the story as we slowly progress.
I can't possibly Narrate my entire life story, however I will only highlight the time I spent with her, the days I remember, how could I possibly forget all my happy moments.
~9th January, 2018.
The first day of high school, I remember this day very well. After clearing primary with outstanding results, I found a place at my now former highschool Arakan Secondary, for most of my current friends we moved to junior high school in this time frame our minds still young, innocent and most importantly happy and satisfied.
The day before I was scheduled to start school I was so happy and filled with the urge to learn, no normal teenager would be happy to go to school especially on a Monday, but I guess this was a unique boy "William".
It was morning I woke up, prepared myself, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, hair and shoes. I made sure I was tidy and early, my mother took me to school that day, I arrived at the premises at around 06:30am my mother left me there and a teacher directed me to my class, 8th grade (8U) where it all began, I was the 5th pupil to arrive in class that day, the other characters who have minor roles aren't important but made a significant impact on young me, soon it was 7 o'clock in the morning and lessons began with half a class, my class teacher "Mrs N'guni" taught me everything that has to do with business, she was a tribute to the person I am today.
It was so quiet in class such that you could hear each other's breathing, because we weren't as comfortable and free with each other as you would think, concisely I found someone who I learnt with in primary one of my close friends "Ishmael Sakuwaha".
He is someone who encourages me to keep pushing and one of the inspirations for me to even publish my first 4 years of emotions.
In class that day we had a little chat, we caught up, had a laugh about something, at that very moment we talked about something that attracted a lot of attention to us and everyone kept quiet just to listen to us, it got awkward, we suddenly stared at each other holding in our laughter, the same way a balloon holds in air but eventually we burst out in laughter thereby attracting attention to ourselves it was such a funny and satisfying thing. We mingled with each other, we got more comfortable talked more as a class and got to know each other, but what we didn't know was that "Arakan Secondary was hell in it's rawest form".
A feared soldier who's name rings bells to anyone who was at this school in the time frame of 2018-2021 his bold walk made students pave a way out for him "Eh move out!" He would shout in a scary voice, this man was none other than "Mr Mwiinga" the only man that could single handedly beat up the whole school with his wip, we will get to him shortly.
I always miss my childhood, no depression, no trauma, no rejection, no existential crises, and most importantly, no anxiety, alass this is all I can say for now.
My class with no apparent idea continued this interaction, we made alot of noise which really irritated Mr Mwiinga, as we were casually talking, the door suddenly opened and a giant man in army uniform walks in with a foot long wip, he says in a commanding voice
"Who's making noise in here?" Asks Mr Mwiinga.
Quiet goes the class, as we were filled with fear of the wip knowing perfectly well we all contributed to the noise, he asks again only this time it's scarier than the last.
"Who's making noise in here?"
No response from us.
"So you have decided to keep quiet? I guess I will have to beat it out of you" he adds.
He closes the door abruptly as he marched to the first column of the class and grabs the first guy at that desk, I remember very well the first guy to get his butt destroyed was Lingson, Mr Mwiinga well known for his signature one stroke beating, Gave Lingson one good one, the class screamed..
"Eh can you shut up" Mr Mwiinga shouts angrily
Inspite of this lash Lingson did not even flinch.
Dalitso: the guy didn't even move he-.
Mr Mwiinga: I said Shut up, who is talking? You there come here. (Mr Mwiinga pointing in Dalitso's direction)
Dalitso: me sir??
Mr Mwiinga: you're very stupid aren't you? I said come here.
Mr Mwinga grabs Dalitso, pins him against the wall and gives him one good one, I was so frightened to see the excruciating pain on Dalitso's face. Mr Mwiinga continues his rein of terror, by now nearly half of the class is laying face down on the table after getting whooped on the butt by his wip, he calls out to me in a terrifying voice.
" Come here"
As I walk to my doom The door opens just in the nick of time, "I'm saved yes, yes,yes" At this point I really thought I'm saved from a brutal beating, as my grade teacher walks in.
Mrs N'guni: what's going on in here sir?
Mr Mwiinga: these chaps were making a lot of noise, so I'm welcoming them to Arakan.
"What the butt is this man talking about? This is more like an act of violence than a welcome" I grin to myself
Mrs N'guni: Oh yes sir, carry on. Boy's this isn't primary this is high school you need to grow up.
The class: But madam-
Mr Mwiinga: eh can you shut up you think this is your father's tarven?
At this point I knew what was coming my way, I walked towards my fate my butt would never be the same again.
"Maybe if I run away and tell my mother she might still get me a place at another school, yeah, yeah I can do that, umm that window has a burglar bar so i can't escape from there even if I tried to" The fate of my butt was sealed in a foot long wip.
"Grab the desk" yelled Mr Mwiinga
The adrenaline produced in that moment was enough to power a small car, I was uneasy and scared.
Mr Mwiinga: my friend will you behave, don't touch your ass or else the stroke count will be erased.
Me: but sir-
Mr Mwiinga: can someone hold him, I said hold him.
Two guys were forced to grab my hands and pin them on the desk, as I tried to free myself, Mr Mwiinga acted in true solitude and gave me the stroke of my life "whoopa!" And my ass was no more.
"don't cry William this is a boy's school don't cry, don't cry, oh no I think I'm going to cry" I thought to myself
Tears rolled down from my eyes as I walked away to take a seat, the pain was unimaginable, I felt like a thousand scorpions dipped in hot sauce were put on my ass and ate through me, I instinctively rubbed my butt to relieve the pain but the more I rubbed the more it hurt, Dalitso was still in a bad mood because he was the second one to receive this dangerous blow. After Mr Mwiinga was done with us he yelled
"Welcome to Arakan young men"
No sooner had Mr Mwiinga leave did Mrs N'guni enter class. With our heads heated as hell from all the pain ready to take a bite from our teacher.
We all said at the same time-
" What did we do?"
Mrs N'guni: you made noise, so you received a gift for your work, this is a military school and we will deal with you how we see fit.
Our lessons carried on quietly, and as we approached the end of the day, the heat gradually increased and before we knew it class was over and we parked our things in readiness for home, "why would they do such a thing to us, I bet they don't beat their children like this, I wish I was a bucket eish" At this moment I learnt physical pain, which is better than the emotional pain I felt after I meet Christine but that's for later. Back to the story, It was the only time Mr Mwiinga did that to us that year, things went by smoothly and before I knew it, it was already the second term.
~ June, 2018
Ishmael: luyando has big boobs ah!
Dalitso: it's the bra don't be fooled
Ishmael: False accusations, those things are like miny watermelons.
I walk in on them while they have this conversation.
"I wonder who luyando is"
Me: Ishmael what's up!?
Ishmael: oh hey William, you're just in time to clarify my point, I want to ask you something.
Me: is it about luyando's boobs? What about them? And who is luyando?
"Boobs are meant for babies to suck on isn't it? Yeah,yeah then what are they talking about? These two are total idiots" I thought to myself.
Ishmael: yes it's about her boobs William, I don't know why but I've had a strong attraction to luyando's boobs over the past month.
Me: boobs are for babies.
Ishmael: but what if boobs can also be for us? William have you thought about that? I mean that wouldn't be so bad would it?
Me: come to think of it the last time a girl hugged me I had this strange feeling, i-
Door suddenly opens and everyone keeps quiet, in walks Cornelius screaming something about-
To be continued.