Anxious About the Future

The night was young and the time was approximately eight after noon. I was sitting outside at my favorite spot, in the yard, busy trying to interact with nature as I was waiting for dinner. The moon was high and bright. The sweet wind blew gently kissing the trees and they made no noise. The vast sky was clear and the twinkling stars seemed to be dancing, dancing to the calm beat of my heart. Oh! The night was beautiful, and I found joy viewing the sky. Off cource this was where I had caste my eyes for minutes, maybe hours: I just couldn't tell.

The date was eighteenth November, the year two thousand and eight. Three days after I had phenomenally accomplished my K.C.S.E examinations. The whole world was a head of me. I felt it was time to delve deep into my hidden pockets and comb for my National Identity Card, the one that had been having no use ever since I had acquired it. Yes, it was actually time when every move and decision I make would be judged. Partly, tomorrow seemed bright, part of it quite dark and I couldn't stop feeling a future full of confusion. Rescue only seemed to be coming from mulling over issues, thinking twice before acting, and above all, readily accepting the consequences of every move I was going to make.

I really didn't know much, and neither did I want to jump into conclusions. But I knew one thing. I was ready to face it!