Situator8: MY DRUNK ILLUSIONS It was quite a time since when i was back at home. I had left the country three years ago was to meet a lot. Yes, a lot, that was my expectation. Although my comeback meant a handsome of trouble for many, in my perspective it meant justice to the society. I had scripted my life so well that I deeply wanted to justify my actions and at the same time be a model of successful mockery of the so inneficient educational system in my country. The story is long yes, very long that dozens of films would be shot and keep their best flavours without for any instance repeating a single of the conceptualised ideas and scenes. I have met all and sundry who have arguably remarked that my entire life is a 'living movie' as they would incidentally call it. After years of being the unncessarily rude boy, getting expulsions, suspensions and even excommunication from any social institution i join, made many to draw conclusions and binding perceptions of whom i was. I was only seventeen but had gone to two primary schools and four high schools, leaving each of the latter on grounds of gross misconduct. My mother was made to believe that all these were happening basically because i wasnt used to boarding schools. She persistently sought for schools around her residence. Though she didnt like the school that had offered me admission, she had the hopes deep within her that her last son would eventually settle down in his shaky academic life. In my sane status am sure i would have refuted the school but with my desolate life, short of any dream, i accepted the school because to me it meant nothing more but freedom. I knew that my very first experience as a dayscholar would expose me to a lot. I contemplated on how i would party, drink, dance and get myself a life at home. Upon admission, I was at first frustrated to learn that it was a mixed school. I tried to be most skeptical as the idea of having a girl for a deskmate would be. The only girls I knew in my life were my siblings and cousins plus a handful of church dancers of whose crew I led. The phobia didnt last as I met my childhood friends in the school, i met my church members as well as my fat primary school teacher who had furthured his education to Masters degree yet all he could get was a minor promotion to teach a zonal school in the area. I had been to a state-of-the-art national school before and am certain there existed a number of untrained teachers who got their jobs thanks to connections yet a devoted teacher with a Master's degree could only be allocated an impoverished zonal school. Zonal schools were the lowest in rank in schools; far beyond the divisional, district, regional, county and provincial schools. My childhood memories of a good boy were rejuvenated through my exposure to the many people i met in the new school. My fat primary school teacher particularly reminded me of the time six years ago when he coached me in an oral narrative to the national levels. I must admit honestly that i had forgotten about all those many good trophies, awards and certificates that I had won. By the time i joined the school i had lost my esteem and would view accolades as a mockery of my real self. Anyway it didnt take the teacher so long to convince me to help him start the drama club in my new school. He emphasized on how a great future awaits me in acting. That was a softspot in me because he was coincidentally touching on my ambitions. Since ages back, i had always craved to be an actor as well as the most prolific movie producer and director in history. I gave in and soon enough, we scouting for talented characters to act various roles in my play, 'Persona non grata'. After going through the script, my teacher endorsed the play and incisively praised my diction. It is in one of these many door-to-door searches that I met this girl. She really hated drama and prefered solitude but whatever made my eyes settle on her was right. She was hesitant to join other thespians but I arguably convinced the drama teacher that this girl was the exact right character in my play. After counselling, talks, persuasions and of cause strokes of the cain, she eventually joined the drama club with her soul visibly filled with rage and her entire self hating me passionately. I dont understand the chemistry that worked in me that made me so recessive to her resent but i dont regret a single moment of that. Jacinta was her name, a slim girl with a restricted jovial character. I was convinced that she was the best character to play 'Jacinta' in my play. Since the school teachers had this drama euphoria, they assented to anything I would recommend for my group. They would do anything within their relevant reach to avail best conditions for the infant club to survive the storms of pessimism and criticism. Jacinta had to join the club as much as she hated to. During our very first meeting, I handed out printed leaflets of the script to all the characters, she was to play Rehema, the mayor's daughter. the first week went down so easily, then came the second week, every character had internalized their individual lines and it was all up to the director and producer of the play to do their bit. at the time, I was obviouisly both the director and producer of my own project. as much as I never gathered the guts to admit it that I was worried profusely with my maiden task, I knew it deep within that I had ventured into stranger waters and the wionds might not be fair. I was reqady for anything, I had prepared so adequately for both challenges and opportunities in the same measure. in my previous schools, I always had a thing for theatre arts and was even the Drama prefect in at least two of the schools. but this was different. I had crashed my life with my own-made hammer and this was the platform to rebrand my soiled reputation.it was more so challenging as I had to coach a girl I have special interests in. I started with talking to them about passion. it was a long talk, I talked about nothing in particular but everything in general. new students, particularly those in grade1 were amazed at my speech which I found no meanin in but persuasion. hopefully, it attracted many souls who joined and my new club went viral around the school storylines. |
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