“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
“Five raised to the power of two…,” the teacher said.
The clack of the chalk on the blackboard irritates Ng’enoh. He adjusts uncomfortably in his rickety chair.
He stares blankly trying to pinpoint the crack on the wall that let in the sun. It is still dark outside. According to his watch it is 4 o’clock in the morning. He considers going back to sleep but the goat skin doesn’t hold a promise of any comfort. He decides against it. The night runners have not even finished their rounds. This thought assures him of some company out on the road. Why do they run? What are they running towards? Why does anyone run? Are they running from something? We all running away from our miseries in one way or another. Right?
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