Baraka.

Chapter 7.

"Baraka. Baraka wake up."

Huh! I forcefully open my eyes and see my mom next to me. How did she enter my simba. I cannot remember the last time she was in here.

"Oh heavens!" She holds her breath. "You had me worried for a minute. I have been calling you for the past five minutes but you were not responding son."

"What is going on mom?"

"You need to get yourself ready for school. Now wake up. I will be taking you since your dad has an emergency meeting with the County Commissioner he had to leave early."

"It is third already?"

"Stop being silly Baraka. Remember your father at the dinner table last night telling you to be up early because of school?"

Oh! yes. How quickly yesterday passed by. I do not want to go to school.

"Hurry and freshen up. We are leaving in the next one hour." She hits me.

"I am up. Just five more minutes mom."

"Baraka I am not playing. Do you want me to ring your dad?"

I am not scared of the old man.

"Okay! Okay! I am up mother."
I tell her as I roll out of bed. I look at the time and it is almost 8:00 a.m. My mom gets out of my simba while telling me to keep time. I tuck the corner of sheets to the headboard and head in to shower. I really had a long day yesterday. I had to help Bakari to take the cows to the cattle dip. Then the veterenary came to vaccinate them. I spent the better part of my evening writing. During dinner time, my father advised me to take my studies seriously as I resume back to school and how the son of a chief has to set a good example to his peers. I was not in the mood to argue so I just listened to him and nodded to everything he said. He gave me two thousand shillings as stipend and reminded me to call him when I run out. I then headed to my room and texted Malika. We talked on the phone till late night. I was super exhausted and dozed off until I guess when my mom woke me up this morning.
I get back from the showers and get ready for school. I wear my school uniform. Grey trousers, blue shirt and a blue tie with white strips. Of course, black laced shoes and grey socks.

"Baraka, breakfast is ready." Dhahabu knocks at my simba.

"I am coming."

"You people need to stop rushing me. It is my last day at home." I mumble and she cannot quite hear me. I comb my afro and join my mom for breakfast.

"You are really in a hurry to have me out of this compound huh!"

"Come on Baraka that is not true. It is your first day as a senior year and we do not want you to be late now, do we?"

"It does not matter. It is not as if we are going to start learning today."

"Do not worry son. It is your final year anyway. You will not have anybody rushing you around after you are through with highschool."

"Fine mom."
We finish our breakfast.

"Have you packed everything? I do not want you calling to hear you forgot anything."

"Yes I have mother."

"Are you sure? What about your assignments? Are all your books in your bag pack?"

"Mom! Stop worrying. I have packed everything."

"Okay my baby. Your toothpaste and toothbrush?"

"Oh I forgot. Let me put them in my bag."

"See Baraka! I knew you would forget something. Now go and double check you have everything ready."

She is so paranoid. I do as she says and do not argue with her.