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The Price for my Dream Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Mike, Uganda Nov 18, 2004
Education   Short Stories

  

I was sweating all over my armpits. It was as if I was facing a death squad. So many questions rang into my mind. "Shall I ever make it to the university?" I closed my eyes. I also didn't want to hear anything until I heard a familiar voice of courageousness. It was Jamo standing on his two feet.
"Madam," He called out angrily, "you must be joking. You can't mess up our lives and get away with it because of this stupid girl. We can't pay for the sins of one person. It is not fair."
"My decision stands young man," she replied.
"That's why you're wrong. You won't mess up our lives." Jamo persisted.
"So what?"
"Madam, you'll regret it."
"Don't threaten me, boy. What will you do?"
"A tooth for a tooth. An eye for an eye. Okay?" Jamo said emphatically to which all of us supported. We broke into noise that brought the whole school inside the hall.
The policeman shot some bullets in the air. All of us were disbanded. The D.E.O came for the supervisor and his policeman. He put them in his car and drove away with the Headmaster. I never saw that car again.

I held Angelina responsible for our fate. I looked out for revenge to her. I sought out for a chance to avenge the loss. The more I sought out for her, the more I discovered she was in danger of other assailants. After much reflection, I was converted. "All of us were losers," I thought, "why then victimize one person." I decided to become her protector although she cost my place in the university. We went on a run without saying good bye to anyone. We started a life together.

She has fully paid the price of my dream. She pays still. She confesses to me her grave mistake every Tuesday, a day she collapsed. "That was a price for foul play" she says. I nod to console her. Revenge was turned into love. Today she is my wife. Ten children she has bore for me. We have a lovely home and comfortable jobs. She has made my life an A.








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Mike Ssegawa
ssegy2001@yahoo.com
A Journalist with Daily Monitor, Uganda. I have a passion for development, especially for the youth.
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