A Glimpse Into My Life (Let Go and Let God)

Chapter 8

The traffic on this road is something else. Anything passed 7 is a sign of you being on your own.

I sat in the taxi, praying to God or anyone who would me to have pity on my poor soul. I don't want Mr. Clarke to punish me again or I don't want to get suspended.

And the Traffic wasn't of no help at all. Big truck had broke down on the road and it caused a buzz for traffic.

I wasn't languid anymore. I knew Mr. Clarke had me in his grasp already. Now here comes my own share of punishment.

Maybe he'll forgive me. hmm, Mr. Clarke, forgive me? In this life? I don't think so. Mr. Clarke never forgives.
I'm on my own now.

I just wish Paige would go late too and then we'll both be punished. Having to be punished with your best friend is the best thing ever.

The taxi finally managed to reach to town. If I told you my heart was still in my chest then I'm lying. It fled but I don't know where.

God, I'm your son. Please don't forsake me. Please Lord, I pray to you and I know you can do this for me. At this point, we know God the most. I know I'll get punished because God won't hear me now.

"I'm stopping here," I said to the driver. I got down and gave him the transport fare.

I stood and looked at the street sign Center and Broad street. My mood changed. Let me just go get my punishment once and for all. I can do this. I know I can.

You can do this Kenz, a voice from my heart said to me. I walked up that little hill, right near Providence Baptist Church. I stood at Ashmun and Center street intersection and peeked at the school's building to see if Mr. Clarke was standing outside. But he wasn't, so this is my que of freedom.

I ran as fast as I could, straight into the building. College of West Africa isn't that big, so you can catch anybody at anytime.

I couldn't stop running, my heart lifted a little. Maybe Mr. Clarke is not around today. Maybe God has answered my prayers. Hallelujah!

Soon as I reached at my class door, 12-3, there he was.