I stand there looking at it, I stand there thinking. What is within those walls of the building? Why are so many people running towards the building?
I stand there wondering, why do they all come here every single day? Most of their life they look to be spending trapped within those walls, yet they look wise, yet they seem to know it all.
The thick tall compound around the building, the clothes they choose to wear have not cut their wings, within those compound walls they jump around the ground with the flavour of freedom all around them. They leave me confused.
I see happy faces all around, and they remain the same throughout the year.
Many a times they look at me standing, most throw a smile at me, but some choose to laugh at me.
I don’t let myself feel sad, I don’t let anger monster take over me. I know they all laugh at my costume and not at me. The costume of poverty I wear.
I stood there holding onto the gate that day, asking myself, how do I get rid of this costume I wear?
I felt the answer lay within the walls of that building, I felt the power to get rid of the costume lay enclosed in the rooms of that building.
I felt a deep desire to step in, a deep desire to wear a smile, a deep desire to run around the ground and sample the flavour of freedom.
I was about to step in, when I got a hard whack on head. I turned around to see my uncle shouting at me
“Idiot! What are you doing near the School gate? Who is going to clean all those dirty plates?”